beauty from ashes.

goodness.

when you get to see deep down into someone's soul. their bare essential soul. what they need to scrape by in life and how they are an absolute whether they want to or not. sometimes, it's ugly. sometimes, it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

as a human, i want to fine tune that gritty unrefined part of me to where it seems like art to everyone else, but me. i guess art can be a relative term.

weaknesses make the person. i am out looking for those in people. that horrendous embarrassing burden drug behind the stranger. i am on the outlook for those.

i guess you could say i hunt for weakness. in no way am i some kind of prowess of the night, scrounging around for scrapes and bits of everyone's soft spots. i am simply trying to get to know you by seeing your deepest darkest core before i see the fluffy sunny happy outside.

everyone is candy coated with what they think is personality... rainbow flavored means social butterfly. but really, it's about what is in the core. how many licks does it really take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
one might never know.

my job is to know the count of those licks and do that in one fell swoop. just cut to the chase and get to the good part.

i want to know what you makes you tick. what makes you pissed. what brings joy, not happiness. what makes salty h20 spill from the corners of your eyes. what gets you goin'.
where you belong. where you came from.
got any regrets? gotta get that.
paper or plastic?
hm, you're quite a looker.

surrender all. you've got nothing to lose.