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You know, I probably spent 20 fucking minutes trying to find the picture that I wanted to represent me on my blog. Granted, most people don't go into too much depth as to the fucking picture for the backround, but then again, I'm not most people. The sooner you learn that, the better. Anywho, back to the matter at hand: the picture. Piano, is one of the dearest things I hold onto in this world, but not just the piano,  music in general. I once had a creative writing teacher tell me that music is just poetry to a beat. And I am a firm believer in that. The second thing about this photo that pulled me in was the feet. Now, don't get me wrong here, I don't care for feet, and NO, I don't have some weird fucking foot fetish or some bullshit like that. But I will always believe that if given the right pair, feet can be the most attractive things on the planet, and damnitt, that woman has some nice feet. Now, to the crux of reasoning: Beauty. I chose this picture for one reason, and one reason alone. It's fucking beautiful. Poetry and Photography are two things that I think will always correlate with one another. They are one in the same, the flowers and the sunset, the light among stars, the fire and passion. They come together in a way that I can't describe, and in instances like this, instances where I see something that just completely renders me speechless and ropes me in like a 7 year old and afternoon cartoons... I just want to do everything in my power to write something half as beautiful to give it all the glory I can.
In short, this is how I think. Weird, random, poetic, and insanely insulting.

Not bad for a first attempt at blogging if I may say so myself.

matthew-chase

Oh, and thank you Kimberly.