Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Me: Part II

It's a new year, it's beginning a successful one, so I felt that for the very first for the new decade that I would post this. Before Facebook abducted me and wiped any memory of how I ever used MySpace, I crafted two (maybe three, I can't find the other) blurbs regarding who I felt I was and where I thought my head was, one that overwrote the previous, when that refresh took place I posted a blog in it's place to commemorate the self-defining handful of articulation that I soon realised had passed it's time, so since this is the first time I have visited my MySpace page since Bush was still the US President and thus a rewrite being near impossible, simply to stand on ceremony, I felt that I should do the same for this piece:


Ryan William James Quinn
Remember The Name.

Essentially, I adore each and every aspect of my world; my buddies and my family make life worth living; music keeps me listening; my computer keeps me occupied; and chocolate makes me money.


Blue eyes; I get emotional watching romantic comedies and I am a poultrarian; Some have said that I am pessimistic and nostalgic; I love to make people smile and I hate when LOL is used outside the chat room; I don’t consider a hug a hug unless both hands are flat on my back and I can feel my lungs being compressed; I don’t like having a beef with anyone so if I don’t hate you, I probably love you; if I could turn back time, I would go back to when good Adam Sandler films were made and I think that computer graphical design should be a visual art.


Brown hair; you may know me to be a frightfully unhappy person, you may know me to be one of the most awesome people you have ever met, or you may not even know me. I like to think that it’s the second one; because if it’s otherwise you may as well not know me at all.


Fair skin; throw something at me; a stick? A cigarette? An insult? Some people don’t understand, I wasted so much energy on caring what other people think about what I say or how I look that I am exhausted and numb to worthless actions. I’d love nothing more to be friends with everyone but why worry when people don’t wish to be. Chances are my long list of people that have a beef with me will go on growing…let it.


Slim Build; I love words, and the people that have the ability to use them well; novelists; play-writes; song-writers. Anyone that can make someone shiver with what most people are taught at birth are legends in my eyes. Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda of Linkin Park, Chad Kroeger of Nickelback, Script Writers of shows like Boston Legal and Californication, of films such as, Fight Club and High Fidelity; these people aren’t just writing well, they are brilliant at cutting the shit and writing about reality and any aspect of the world we live in.


177cm; I write lyrics, rap lyrics, because I one day want to make people feel what those rich minded people have made me feel. I want to be on stage rapping about love and hurt, joy and anxiety, the whole lot of it, I want to be able to make people smile and make people scream - It’s a dream.


Know this
If you drive me, I will boil.

If you want me to join you, I disdain.

If I haven’t made you smile, I’ve failed.

If I wanted to play games with you, I would buy an Xbox.



End of Exam.

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