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Manic?     Depressive. Sadness?     Aggressive. Alcoholic?     Melancholic. Anxious?     Hyperbolic. Sweetheart....     Ok.     Today. Survive.     Alive.     :)? :).

My Soldered Rainbow Tell us about an intellectual experience, either directly related to your schoolwork or not, that you found particularly meaningful. My programming mentor once told me that perfection does not mean being perfect; rather, it is something affected by attitude. It profoundly changed my outlook on what constitutes a healthy lifestyle-- so much so that afterwards those close to me noticed physical changes. I wrote this poem to him in response, and plan to give it as a present at the end of this year's Build Season. I'd always wanted to touch the sky-- to be weightless. I thought if all the clouds could float I could float

I am the Ashman. I stroll up and down the architect's arteries of today's nightlife and pickpocket the tips from your cigars. I groom the logs in your dying hearth while you enjoy your wine. I steal the tears and dreams from crying, sleepless poets and give them to the needy dandelions in San Francisco. I am the Ashman. Five foot one million, the size of Rome. I am the Ashman, who lovingly coats the mouths of the poor and rocks them gently into Dreamworld. I am the primordial ingredient in all your achievements. I am the flood, the Third Estate, the antimatter to Prince Pomp and Pretentious. I am the Ashman. I am the Ashman. I am: