Peter

Rogue Community College

Student; author/artist

PETA

Horror, intellectual films, psychological thrillers, independant, and eighties fantasy classics.

A bit of everything, but tend to gravitate toward punk, metal, and hard rock.

Criminal Minds, Ghost Whisperer, Moonlight, CSI.

I am no one and everyone you ever knew. I am a warrior and a pacifist. The outcry of rebellion, the imprisonment of obediance. The boy, the girl, the blurred space without a name. The syllable your tongue can never entwine itself around, the lables you slap companionably on everyone elses' back. The Goth, the Good Child, the Punk, the Freak, the Emo, the Straight-edge, the Mental Kid. I live and die every day. I am open and forever hidden. I am the healer and the gaping wound. The child and the old soul. The black, the white, the colors of the rainbow on spin cycle. I love more deeply than one-hundred of my fellow human beings combined and I weep that this is so (for why is the standard of love so subsidiary to conditions?). I am a creature of habit and entirely unpredictable. I am the bubble and the stone, fragile and solid. I am the reclusive attention-seeker. I am a mother, a father, and the offspring. I am a husband and a wife. I am a spine and a cripple.
I am me, and that is all you need know.