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I'm not exactly what you would call a normal person, not in the way that my behavior is out of the ordinary, it's just that my way of thinking differs a lot from other people, namely males. I'm a romantic, for starters, I believe highly that love and romance as the things we live for, the things that can guarantee our happiness, and that can turn us into a better person. I'm not saying that only good can come out of love, I mean I realize that love is no walk hand in hand into the sunset. In many ways it affects my mood, whether I'm happy or depressed, sad or down in the dumps, just different things.

I'm very much into graphics, writing, music composition, etc. I produce something from each every now and then, but only when I have the feeling to, I never try to force myself to create something, because that will never have a good outcome.

Progressive metal, power metal, rock, hard rock, soft rock, opera, classical music, blues, jazz, and reggae all interest me. There are some other genre's I left out, because of my lack of knowledge of them. The only categories I really dislike are rap, country, and pop; I'm not saying they aren't good, I just don't have taste for them.

Well, thats about the whole of my personality, if you want to learn more about me, or watch me as I grow, then check out my journal.

Just some samples of my work.

Artwork:






Writing:

"The Unspoken Promise"

Love is but a promise.

Commit
to develop
Dedicate
to express
trust and understanding.

One would argue
that promises
made to be broken
that words
cannot be kept

Love is but a promise
unspoken.

Diary of a Romantic

I awoke in a cold sweat by the sounds of my own misery. I sat up, the pain of hunger biting at my insides, I could not remember the last time I had eatin...I couldn't remember the previous day, or the previous month. I needed comfort, I needed 'her', my love. Only 'she', Karla, could sooth the pain inside me. I had to call her, it was my only resolve; as the phone rang memories long past came flooding back like a river. The love we shared, everything that we hold dear just appeared, it made me feel like something was wrong, like something had happened to make me think that it was in the past, and not present; I was interrupted by the click of the phone:

"Hello?" Karla said sleepily.

"Oh Karla, I'm so glad you awoke. I need to talk to you, I need to hear your voice."

"George, what are you doing calling me at 3am? In fact, what are you doing calling me at all?" Puzzled by this I disregarded it as merely a dream and continued my plea.

"I love you so much, please, tell me you love me. I need reassurance, the pain won't go away. Only you can sooth the pains inside me."

"Have you gone insane!? Stop calling me, I don't want to talk to you anymore, I don't love you; we go through this every day. I DON'T LOVE YOU. If you continue to call and harass me I'm going to get you a restraining order!"

The click of the phone told me the conversation was over.

I will never eat again.


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