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Alright.

Everyone calls me "Zan", which is my moniker.
Have been alive for awhile now.
Gaia '06/07-er


Some things you should know about me, before you decide to befriend me.
I am a self taught artist, I believe that beauty is in us all.
I am an artist.
I am a guy.
I am heterosexual.
I am multiracial.
I am, at times unwittingly, a flirt.
I dream of tire.
I am quite honest.
I believe in an idea, conceived as what may, or may not be "God", yes.
However, I do not (necessarily) agree with the belief, of the necessity, for one to indulge in the sharing of one's beliefs (to entirely), to a point in which said thoughts, are thought as own. "Borrowing" knowledge, at attempt to gain your own thought at Mind, yes. But not the sharing of another's thought, thus to bear the very thought of another, at your Mind, in attempt to mimic said thought, to reform this thought upon your own, thus portraying a thought, a literal, and non-literal belief of which does not belong to your person, that this is a sense, and form of ignorance. For one has ignored the actuality, of having been created by the ideas (not necessarily, entirely) by another, to be another for which they think to know themselves as being, or are now, for what has been, by themselves, in thought of everything known to them, and or more.
Therefore, I do not claim "religion" as necessary, as to incorporate a structure, or simple construct of one's belief. [i]However, I do, and shall respect yours.
Merely,
I am most possibly, simply,
a "Believer." Yet, it is ignorant, to name ignorance, is it not? ; )[/i]
I have my quirks(oh darling, yes I do).
I situate the use of breaks, as to comfort and accompany the thought relevant, and it's formation of fluidity, within and without context.
I am sort of "vain", to a point in which I seemingly flatter my own, with constant self-acknowledgements, such as continuous gazes upon the mirror. I am not necessarily 'perfect', yet perfectly formed by my faults, of which allow a sense of my own, believed, humanity.
I bite into tomatoes.
I disagree with the many uses of racism, as to orderly compliment, or continue the perpetuated plot of one's own race.
I used to smoke.
I don't anymore.
I am in 'good shape'. I prefer to walk, I prefer to lift, then to be walked with, or to be lifted.
I have been told I am optimistic, but simultaneously conflicted by another's thought of my own pessimism. I do not, necessarily, agree that I simply belong to either of these states, in statement.
I believe that our eyes are our bodies maps, beyond a point of concrete explanation. The explanation for this, well, would dilute the initial meaning for typing, as I am so.
I would guess that I am analytical (no, this does not have anything to do with your bum).
I dislike stereotypes.
I dwell, no more.*
I am quite intrigued, by both the (seemingly abundant, though not always apparent (that is why they are)) enigmas of life, and the sure mystery of death.
I sometimes refer to my self as/in two person/s.
No, that/this does not mean I have "split personality disorder".
I may have this little thing called "Attention Deficit Disorder."
I dislike chat-speak such as lol/lmao/rofl/wtf etc, yet I use them anyways.
Metaphorically, I have a "Third-eye."
I am going to save the world one day.
Alex saved the world.

If you gift to me I may get a tad bit giddy, but I will not tell you I love you nor give you sexual propositions.

Adoration


DICTUM Wrote:

you're just a smooth criminal baby. can't handle it yo.