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inexpressible:
an expression of the inexpressible.
/ˌinikˈspresəb(ə)l,ˌinekˈspresəb(ə)l/
adjective
adjective: inexpressible
(of a feeling) too strong to be described or conveyed in words.
“inexpressible joy”
why? because: thought lives matter (so do writing lives for that matter). both are entwined in a double helix 🧬of waxing nostalgia + fresh introspection, know what I’m saying? Well if not I gave it a try for shits + giggles sake. however this is more than this. it could be, it should be, it will be…it will be.
as the quote goes:
“They can because they think they can.” –Virgil
in a gist, this:
45% personal niche-blog: just me discussing the things that I like, dislike (ranting), blah blah blahing. Love it, hate it, be indifferent towards it. it’s not really for your pleasure but for mine. before it was just business now it’s personal. it’s my sweet everything + my beautiful nothing juxtaposing like Milli Vanilli.
45% sketch-journal: doodling, scribbles, doodads, nibs, whatevs, quotes, unfinished poems.
25% sticky note diaries: I don’t do microblogging so this is my own version of it. plz enjoy.
disclaimerz: this is a personal homepage in the deep of cyberspace. it might be a on a webring or three, it might be slightly visible on some search engine or other. that said, you willfully, purposely came here, perusing my content of your own volition. if you were somehow offended, butt hurt, emotionally wounded, scared, terrified, or simply hated something that was written remember nobody told you ‘hey,. come here and read this shit!’. it’s called free will for a reason. I said I’d take you places I never said they would be places you wanted to go.
hello, call me spike on the line. I’m the webmaster here just doing my thing, writing lots and sharing all of the crazy shit that I like/love/hate/indifferent towards, and all of the above.
I’m an enhanced individualist originally from Chiraq now kicking it in North Carolina (which I refer to as Middle Earth). genetically I’m half Korean + Portuguese, but most people think I’m Filipino so I roll with that (also I speak Tagalog). I like lots of retro shit, art + design, poetry, writing, new media and martial arts. I enjoy being goofy and crazy some, non judgmental, and quite artistic (not autistic, there’s a difference). you won’t find me very politically correct either (sorry not sorry as the kids like saying).
I usually just describe myself thus: the heart of a warrior-poet, the soul of an artist, the spirit of a swordsman, the mind of an assassin and the personality of a lounge singer. while shallow people pretend to be humble and intellectual, I prefer to act shallow and flashy just because. call it my performance art. fun!
persona: chillaxed, laid back city cat with a pool hustler attitude and a poetic perspective in life. I don’t really like to talk about it much but I’m secretly a secret agent (lets keep that between ourselves I don’t want to endanger anybodies life). I’m quite observant (being an urbanite but also a trained observer helps) which would make me a great lookout I guess. could have been a teeth model (I have A1’s) I don’t like to brag (don’t be hating don’t look good on yo rezume – your face). I also have many, many clothes and a crazy dog named Stoopz who likes nibbling on my toes (such a weird dog!). I’m 65% minimalist and 25% introverted.
just an amalgam of the following beings: Al Bundy, Alex P. Keaton, Vince Vaughn, Bruce Lee, Ferris Bueller, The Vampire Lestat, Jack Tripper, Gordon Ramsay, Tony Almeida, and Dr. Gori.
origin story: this might take a bit out of me. I’m from uptown, Chiraq. learned martial arts early in life. My first computer? An Amiga 5,000. I knew I wanted to be a graphic designer in highschool, but wound up being a visual designer who codes. Hey if I could I’d be a tea farmer in the Andes mountains raising Llamas. Or a bountyhunter for people who fake their own deaths. Graduated from SAIC in Visual Design.