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| About | Non-smoker with Average body type | City | State College Pennsylvania | ||
| Details | 27 year old Man, 5' 9" (175cm), Non-Religious | Ethnicity | Caucasian Pisces with Brown hair | ||
| Intent | juke70 is looking for a relationship. | Education | Bachelors degree | ||
| Personality | Sapiophile | Profession | pt aide, emt, tutor, assassin |
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| I am Seeking a | Woman | For | Dating | |
| Needs Test | View his relationship needs | Chemistry | Not Completed | |
| Do you drink? | Socially | Do you want children? | Undecided | |
| Marital Status | Single | Do you do drugs? | No | |
| Pets | No Pets | Eye Color | Brown | |
| Do you have a car? | No | Do you have children? | No | |
| Longest Relationship | Under 1 year | |||
| Second Language | Spanish | |||
About Me
I'll start off by saying i'm nobody in particular. another being encased in a body, having won the genetic lottery to live out a relatively short, chaotic existence as a moody, but motivated creature. raised in the city, but now living in small town, USA, one can be pressed for hobbies, so writing is my drug of choice...
What's learned has been so deeply tucked away, accepted as self-evident truths, i forgot how to explain it to someone.
Kept turning my head to see my reflection because she looked nothing like me, until we spoke. visited her room every so often to find the door shut, until it hit me on the way out. what's seen and what's felt haven't negotiated a right turn so it remains in limbo in that middle lane. looking past the newly painted walls of the halls is more mystery than a class cancelled on a sunny day. chuckling like kids in the back of the theatre, running amok in a house of mirrors, locking eyes with a perfect stranger. while we're close enough to decipher eye color, i'm invited to someone else's looming danger. and i feel pin and needles when my reflection doesn't answer. we fall out of rhythm for a moment enough to forget each other completely. until the next time. hang that right and cruise on home.
Penetrating the new year, heavy weights purposely resist the opposing torque of my arms as a little bird eavesdrops on my strain, perched on a shoulder and tweeting a tune, the rambling TV in the far end of the room has no audience with a feathered friend to my ear. no longer contained by walls of warm kindling; every square inch of the cold concrete jungle has painted footsteps for a caravan to diverge from the pack. and birds watch from the tree line as a trail comes alive with an unmistakable glow.
The signals in the air run parallel to your curiosity. more often than not, you hold out a hand only to snap it back. and then the morning comes as the dark cavernous space reveals open space stretching beyond sight. what did you expect when your hand became enveloped by darkness? because the light is showing a face of indifference cradling the rocky expanse. quite similar a disposition as your naked paw which so bravely takes what it saw, and waits out for a blank response to thaw.
What's learned has been so deeply tucked away, accepted as self-evident truths, i forgot how to explain it to someone.
Kept turning my head to see my reflection because she looked nothing like me, until we spoke. visited her room every so often to find the door shut, until it hit me on the way out. what's seen and what's felt haven't negotiated a right turn so it remains in limbo in that middle lane. looking past the newly painted walls of the halls is more mystery than a class cancelled on a sunny day. chuckling like kids in the back of the theatre, running amok in a house of mirrors, locking eyes with a perfect stranger. while we're close enough to decipher eye color, i'm invited to someone else's looming danger. and i feel pin and needles when my reflection doesn't answer. we fall out of rhythm for a moment enough to forget each other completely. until the next time. hang that right and cruise on home.
Penetrating the new year, heavy weights purposely resist the opposing torque of my arms as a little bird eavesdrops on my strain, perched on a shoulder and tweeting a tune, the rambling TV in the far end of the room has no audience with a feathered friend to my ear. no longer contained by walls of warm kindling; every square inch of the cold concrete jungle has painted footsteps for a caravan to diverge from the pack. and birds watch from the tree line as a trail comes alive with an unmistakable glow.
The signals in the air run parallel to your curiosity. more often than not, you hold out a hand only to snap it back. and then the morning comes as the dark cavernous space reveals open space stretching beyond sight. what did you expect when your hand became enveloped by darkness? because the light is showing a face of indifference cradling the rocky expanse. quite similar a disposition as your naked paw which so bravely takes what it saw, and waits out for a blank response to thaw.
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