I'm an earth stepper following the world candle to the beat of a drum; a drum that someone, somewhere is playing. Actually, if you are playing this drum or know someone that is playing said drum, please message me. I have questions.
Well I really wish I hadn't wasted all those years in University. I feel there is a cobbler inside of me yearning to get out. Fixing shoes hard wired to my DNA. A purpose built machine; saving souls two at a time.
Mail Settings (To message fishfullthinking you MUST meet the following criteria.)
Must love The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Frank Sinatra, Leonard Cohen, and the Notorious BIG.
-Must revel in the dark art of sarcasm
-Must sing in the shower
-Must not steal from little old ladies
-Must not posses a handlebar mustache
-Must be willing to support me financially and emotionly.
-Also the ability to plan your day around my schedule would go far in securing a walk on tryout.
I also love head games. If this sounds like you, message me.
"And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass" - Pound
Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
Ummmmm... Well, the perfect date right now (April) would involve a lovely young lady, three cans of high gloss marine paint, two brushes, and 100 buoys. Confused? I'll explain. I'm behind getting the fishing gear ready this season, but most importantly I'm looking to bring out the artist in you :) Any takers can message me. I swear it won't even feel like work. Let the world be our oyster, and the buoys our fresh new canvas.
Or... If we were in Alberta.
I would take you out to some obscure corner of Fort Mac and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. We'd sit and enjoy the flaming stacks of excess gas; ever so peacefully releasing their payload of toxic fumes into the still night sky. We would roll and frolic abroad the permafrost; shadows dancing amongst the fiery plumes, eery glow.