I've been taking in stride some pretty fucked-up stuff over the course of this bizarro banner year 2013 (for those unaware, don't even bother asking, just lift your feet to gift a sweet spontaneous silly dance and elevate our Cosmic Background Celebration while boosting your own karma—win-win, no muss, no fuss).
With a solid and stable worldview at my core, I'm swaddled in composite base layers of porous curiosity and functional stubborness—in any climate, I will breathe. Like most, I motor around with a stock midrange meat suit and complement of fairly standard sensors, circulators and protective outer dermal sleeve. I can recognize myself in others and them in me—commonalities weathering in this shared environment of real life. I see stupidity through a fine filter of empathy. I have a temper with a smile. I have tolerance. We are simpatico, mi amigos. And I warn you all that, however you may be built, however you see yourself and others, of the unexpected shit that may hit you or your nearest fan, little will bring a vibrant spirit so low as lying very still for weeks getting fat on hospital food. GodDAMNwhattabummer.
