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I answer to the name Nichole Nikoliovich.
Hetero in sexuality.
Although I've occasionally strolled the greener grass on the other side. Intoxicants usually play a domineering role in such scenarios.
I'm an ambitious writer.
In addition to which, I observe myself to also be an ambitioned poet, artist, conversationalist, mixologist, entrepreneur and...human being?
Survival of the fittest doesn't equate to just having a meal on my plate.
But having a healthy body to nourish with that meal, work to dissipate the nutrition acquired from that meal, education to explore the contents of the meal and an active mind to compose romantic poetry on the flavor pallets of that meal. Stringing all of these experiences together; if I can summarize my day as "contenting", I have survived. If I have not summarized the day with that particular adjective, I have still survived.
Because tomorrow is another day and I hope to whatever superior being of a God is listening that tomorrow is a different and preferably better day.
I have a sadistic mind.
One that I express not by relentlessly torturing the souls of defenseless victims but instead by composing literature and illustrated caricatures on the same. Probably the fine line between the two is my feeble sense of humanity. And my disliking of sordid prison cells and common lavatories. And maybe somewhere in that cloud of psychedelia, an underlying fear of being sentenced to an eternity in hell. Maybe.
I love. I hate. I live. I die.
Sometimes simultaneously.
And when I cant update a Facebook status about it, I allow my facial expressions and body language to proclaim the message on my behalf.
The days when I only hate and die, without the loving and living isn't a pretty picture to witness.
"If you cant handle me at my worst, you most certainly don't deserve me at my best." -Marilyn Monroe.
That melodramatic rubbish doesn't apply to me.
Come a'knocking at my door with a gorgeous face, sense of astounding humor and adventure, and perhaps a crate of fermented beverages and I'll entertain you. And if I don't, I'm in my Marilyn Monroe mood.
Consider this a summary.
To the epic summary.
That is a summary to the life I have lived.
And the remainder which is pending to be lived.
Hetero in sexuality.
Although I've occasionally strolled the greener grass on the other side. Intoxicants usually play a domineering role in such scenarios.
I'm an ambitious writer.
In addition to which, I observe myself to also be an ambitioned poet, artist, conversationalist, mixologist, entrepreneur and...human being?
Survival of the fittest doesn't equate to just having a meal on my plate.
But having a healthy body to nourish with that meal, work to dissipate the nutrition acquired from that meal, education to explore the contents of the meal and an active mind to compose romantic poetry on the flavor pallets of that meal. Stringing all of these experiences together; if I can summarize my day as "contenting", I have survived. If I have not summarized the day with that particular adjective, I have still survived.
Because tomorrow is another day and I hope to whatever superior being of a God is listening that tomorrow is a different and preferably better day.
I have a sadistic mind.
One that I express not by relentlessly torturing the souls of defenseless victims but instead by composing literature and illustrated caricatures on the same. Probably the fine line between the two is my feeble sense of humanity. And my disliking of sordid prison cells and common lavatories. And maybe somewhere in that cloud of psychedelia, an underlying fear of being sentenced to an eternity in hell. Maybe.
I love. I hate. I live. I die.
Sometimes simultaneously.
And when I cant update a Facebook status about it, I allow my facial expressions and body language to proclaim the message on my behalf.
The days when I only hate and die, without the loving and living isn't a pretty picture to witness.
"If you cant handle me at my worst, you most certainly don't deserve me at my best." -Marilyn Monroe.
That melodramatic rubbish doesn't apply to me.
Come a'knocking at my door with a gorgeous face, sense of astounding humor and adventure, and perhaps a crate of fermented beverages and I'll entertain you. And if I don't, I'm in my Marilyn Monroe mood.
Consider this a summary.
To the epic summary.
That is a summary to the life I have lived.
And the remainder which is pending to be lived.
NicholeNikoliovich
Strange Creature