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10 years ago, I was twenty-three years old.
Extreme spectrum personality
may never have been so brilliantly displayed.

6 months of the year I went to Art School,
I lived across the street, their studio was huge
and open all night. Didn't need to be anywhere else.
First to arrive and for that half a year I never left.

Introversion would be an understatement and
a misunderstanding. I slid a scalpel up from
asshole to appetite, but not with the safety
of the lonely, I unified the wide screen with
the dissection of my little pixel. Failed artists,
call it faith.

Half the year, I was the happy hermit.
The other half
was far different

full fledged flung
spun silly
mad hatter hippie gypsy magic bus merry man
pranking in a town near you!

Extroversion would be an understatement and
a misunderstanding. Tapped spirals too big
for single towns, Johnny Appleseed spilled
through blotter paper

Jug in hand at times to eat,
the shy get skinny quick

but ate well I did, needed to accept that every experience
is an equal opportunity employer, and learned that the world
needs intoxication to dance, if only

intoxicated by the antics of a fool
hardy enough to leap
at the first strum of strings





*note: entered in "intro/extro vert? comp"