dear future this,

herein lies my very first brand spanking new post on immaterium.me, complete with that new car smell. which is almost as intoxicating as a pretty hot 🔥 young chick’s subtle scent as you inhale her, or the first scent of spring after a long brutal Chicago winter, and the telltale smells of summer as spring ebbs. you get the point.

I’ve always had in mind of keeping a low key presence on the line. to be perfectly blunt, I don’t have a compunction for talking with imperfect strangers. hence why I’m not an active participant in anti-social social media. this isn’t a form of snobbery, it’s a form of sanity through sanctification.

my logic is quite simple actually: if I’m already a relevant, happening righteous cat, there’s no need to advertise it. it should be known and abundantly clear. I don’t need to take interior shots of my dojo, 400 selfies a day, post what I had for breakfast, cute selfies w/dog, or my working out. I’m fairly dang certain that if I did advertise my lavish lifestyle, somebody else will come along and crush it. besides, I don’t have the keeping up with the Joneses gene in me. I have people in my immediate circle who are far more liquid than me who don’t act it, don’t flaunt that and couldn’t care less. and in many ways I’m possibly more extravagant in my particulars than they. you do you as the kids like saying nowadays. my prospering + betterment are balanced by lack and impoverishment. in life there are seasons and micro-seasons, and scales up or down. even when we achieve, rise, and overcome we can find ourselves lost and lonely. indeed being on top is like oral sex: dark + lonely.

now as far as this is concerned, let me introduce myself. I’m a rather easy going, gorgeous, sexy, cute, and cocky SOB. I’ve been told I’m egocentric + vain but I do have some bad qualities ^_^ yeah I’ve got jokes. now I maintain myself as being 65% minimalist and 25% introverted (I get a great many dubious eye rolls on that). for shits + giggles consider me a obnoxious introvert. In Chicago I was a sketch artist profiler (Chicago PD), bartender, prominent street hustler, park bench poet, pick up artiste, pool shark, karaoke master, Walgreens website male model (then later Target + Walmart), web designer at Playboy interactive, product designer for As Seen On TV! and IT g33k at Motorola. hey in a perfect world? I’d be a tea farmer in the Andes mountains (also secretly a prepper). my dream job is to be a bounty hunter of individuals who have staged their own deaths.

so this is just a glimpse, there’s more to this. I don’t want to write a book. being a spy I have to keep it all contained, multi layered layer cake of mystery (hello ladies huhuhuh). we’re in the age where nobody actually matters, but everybodies so thirsty in trying to matter. yet if nobody does matter, or their opinions why do ya’llz live by what people think/feel/say? especially complete strangers who don’t give two shits about you even if they wanted to. why? because they are hellbent obsessed with procuring relevance and accolades from total strangers like yourself. it’s not sustainable and its never gratifying. it only deceives you into thinking that it is/does. it’s like a snickers bar that doesn’t satisfy but leaves you more dehydrated than you were before.