misskringe
 

I am an artist and a hustler. I call me Iron Mage. I live behind the dumpster and hang out with hipsters at the coffee shop. I talk about science and technology, but mostly philosophy. Many have tried to help me, but I don’t need nobody’s pity. This is my adventure to live and I’ll be damned if I have to give up my freedom to make somebody else’s guilt seem fainter. Give me a dollar, get me a beer but I’ll be most happy if you have listening ears. 

 

I am an artist and a hustler. I call me Iron Mage. I live behind the dumpster and hang out with hipsters at the coffee shop. I talk about science and technology, but mostly philosophy. Many have tried to help me, but I don’t need nobody’s pity. This is my adventure to live and I’ll be damned if I have to give up my freedom to make somebody else’s guilt seem fainter. Give me a dollar, get me a beer but I’ll be most happy if you have listening ears. 

Dear me.

Don’t worry, be strong. 

Life is crazy and you’ll be wrong. 

You’ll make mistakes and feel real low. 

But things get better, even if it seems real slow. 

Cherish your time here and enjoy your growth,

that’s all its really about. Learn to grow. 

There are billions of people, you’re just one out there. 

You will make a difference because you care. 

Don’t kill yourself trying to get there.

Time will pass and life goes on. Do what you can and then move on. 

Soulmate.

You shake me up and gently tear me apart. 

My ego hurts yet it feels just right. 

You’ve opened my heart and made way for new light. 

You make me feel  powerless, yet so in control. 

I have no other choice , but to embrace change,

and introduce myself to the world that is God. 

You are my soul mate and I am yours. 

Let’s just start.

My adventure starts again. Life started when I was once in a obscure state somewhere in India. It was an adventure to say the least. I have now realized that every phase of my life is an adventure,big and small. Adventures all the way,adventures night and day.

Today I walked all the way down Sunset Blvd, so I could go to this really cool art supply store to hook me up. On the way there, I met three hobos and sat under the tree  and we chilled.

"Can I get a hug miss?" I smelled him from a distance and felt his open heart. So I gave him a hug and sat down.The second man had striking blue eyes, my favorite kind. I asked him who he was and he replied with "well, I’m a hobo". He was doodling on the third man’s face ."18 St" was etched into the cheek of the sleeping man.The three of them rested under the tree panhandling for some free free and smoking some green green. Their chants ranged from:"A dollar for Marijuana research?" to"Excuse me sir, may I have $500 for an ipad?"It was the blue eyed guy coming up with all these lines, I brightly suggested tat we should ask for a dollar, you know… for science? He wasn’t every impressed. Nobody spared us any money. 

After my little adventure with them I ended up walking around for about four hours. At the end of the day, my legs were tired but it was the good kind of pain. A rewarding one. Just like every other kind of pain.