What Kind Of Paradise Am I Looking For?

I spent hours this morning clambering from roof to interconnecting roof in the middle of the city as the sun rose. One of them was broken so I moved the corrugated iron and climbed inside to explore further.

I do not plan on dying. I shall live forever. As a cyborg, if need be.

When I read comic books I get the urge to leap tall buildings.

This last month and a half has been the most intense time of my entire life. Yes, more so than some of the insane times in highschool and every time I've been to the hospital emergency department, combined.

I'm straight but far more comfortable hitting on/dancing with gay men than girls I like because with the men I don't have to prove anything or follow it through. That was just a round-about way of saying I have commitment issues.
Lover I Don't Have To Love by Bright Eyes is thus one of my favourite songs. Ever.

I'm working on building my own planet. It will be called "Azoic" (and it deserves far more than this passing mention).

The reason I know it's Sunday morning is that the church across the road from my house is ringing it's gigantic bell.