photo credit: Arthur Thomas It's only ego, after all.
Organic lifeform.
Metabolic states.

Land not here, my butterflies...

photo credit: Marc Swanson

I am just an outlaw in search of adventure, excitement and enlightenment.

Born at the tail end of the fifties (12/7/59): officially a baby boomer in demographic terms but not in any sort of reality.

Born in a hospital with the same name as the pool in which I struggled to learn to swim, in a Welsh coal mining town named Merthyr Tydfil.

Raised in Cefn Coed in the shadow of the Brecon Beacons; nestled at the confluence of the Taf rivers.

Torn from the wombland and spirited away to the New World in honor of the first landfill established on our satellite. Good grief, a pretend flag. It never got as messy (or as corpse-strewn) as Everest. 69 inches, or 175 centimeters in elevation; 152 pounds, or 69 kilograms mass.

Blue, dirty/dishwater/strawberry/greying blond, fair (spf 30).

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