More information:Height: 172cm (5' 7.7") Weight: 84kg (185.19 lbs) Body build: Average Physical: Selected activities Hair Colour: Light Brown Eye Colour: Hazel Religion: Other Ethnicity: White/Caucasian Marital Status: Separated Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Membership reason: Just Chatting Children: One Eating Habits: Eat Healthily Smoking Habits: Non-Smoker Drinking Habits: Occasional Drinker Education: Some University / College Occupation: Transportation Income: Mortgage Slave Spending Habits: I spend enough to enjoy life | His interests: Arts
Cinema
Fashion and Style
Literature
Psychology
Religion, occultism
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About Him:Sometimes fate is like a small
sandstorm that keeps changing
directions. You change direction but
the sandstorm chases you. You turn
again, but the storm adjusts. Over
and over you play this out, like
some ominous dance with death just
before dawn. Why? Because this storm
isn't something that blew in from
far away, something that has nothing
to do with you. This storm is you.
Something inside of you. So all you
can do is give in to it, step right
inside the storm, closing your eyes
and plugging up your ears so the
sand doesn't get in, and walk
through it, step by step. There's no
sun there, no moon, no direction, no
sense of time. Just fine white sand
swirling up into the sky like
pulverized bones. That's the kind of
sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it
through that violent, metaphysical,
symbolic storm. No matter how
metaphysical or symbolic it might
be, make no mistake about it: it
will cut through flesh like a
thousand razor blades. People will
bleed there, and you will bleed too.
Hot, red blood. You'll catch that
blood in your hands, your own blood
and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't
remember how you made it through,
how you managed to survive. You
won't even be sure, in fact, whether
the storm is really over. But one
thing is certain. When you come out
of the storm you won't be the same
person who walked in. That's what
this storm's all about.” |
His ideal partner would be:Exhales] Listen, I didn't wanna be
somebody's husband, okay? And I
didn't wanna be somebody's dad. That
wasn't my... goal in life. For some
guys it is - wasn't mine. But
somehow I've... it was what I
wanted. I didn't know that. And it's
all I wanna do. I don't want to do
anything else. That's what I want to
do. I work so I can do that. |
