Irvin

4000? Maybe with inspiration times infinity given to me by divinity it'd be possible to explain all my intricate eccentricies, the what is's and what isn't me. A descending demented fiend or an upward trending heathenish entity my life is made up of country and city scenes. My soundtrack is consistently made up of melodic 808s, dueling banjo, triumphant horns, grunting and the rumbling thunder of timpani but I only think that matters if indeed somebody else is listening. If you've read this far then I thank you genuinely for your patience and your interest in me. I'm not for everybody and of the few who've attempted to or actually tempted me or maybe wanted to but ended up missing me I'd like to give you a vision more accurate than the average vision dream yes I'm poetically a breath of fresh air like I've been sipping on listerine mixed with pure snow and the remnants of the scent of wintergreen. Epically humble I stumble often and catch myself trembling when mentioning that I'm a vulnerable alpha omega male possibly existing in the wrong century. Out of place, out of time, out of my mind I find no grandiose fate or demonic design just a guy reminiscing about his wish to find bliss in a kiss before he fades to black and becomes the abyss...

Scorpio

Athletic

6' 0 (1.83 m)

Caucasian