Real Crea Tive Word : About Me , Zac , Gurg , Sara , Amie , Cal , Stacy , Fara , Remmer , Wimmer and Dearme

Hi, I am a human male just foranging for Taco Love and Particle Justice.

I was conceived on October 5th, 1998.

I have lived on the Soil of the United States of America, south of the mountain, west of the river, east of the sea.

I lived with Zac Shimpf for almost 4 years, since December 2014.

We ate cabbage rolls with cheese and rice.

Oh sorry, too fast, yes?

I lived with Mom for 13.5 years. We shopped twice a week on average.

We lived in Mobile, Alabama, Green Rock, Arkansas, and Humbert County, Tejas.

I had a good friend named Gurg for about 6 years. He lived about 10 miles away near the Humbert-Mexico border. He Actually introduced me to Zac when we were all 17 years of age.

I said my favourite food were spaghetti, from the ages of 5 years to 16 years.

I loved beans and rice . . . always . . .

I had 3 younger sisters. Sara is one year younger. My mother was So desperate . . . sorry.

Amie is three years youngher.

Cal is six years younger.

Since the age of 8 years, my favourite book has been Alabaster Burn. I wrote 47 pages of fan fiction, from the ages of 11 years to 17 years.

I like writing this a lot.

Hmwow, Eno looks a lot like Garfunkel looks.

I thought I loved Stacy.

4th grade, public school. Desert summer, Vacation Hotel, water fun.

She was like a Television of Perfect Children.

I used to lie on my bed for two times longer than I should have.

Sweaty legs and socks.

I wanted a Ski Mountain

I wanted a Lake Slide

I wanted a Burger Farm

Then I was 18 years of Age.

I loved Fara. She went to college classes and worked at Video Death.

I fantasised. Daily. I ate Dairy. I ate too many Beans and Rices.


I walked thru 200 public parks and my feet got blisters.

I asked Zac to help me plan my nearest future of good times with my Love . . . .

He listened to me Wonder and I accepted his Wonder and we wrote notes on daily exercises and plans to Perfect the Lives of Equal and Limetless Understanding . . . .

At Least it felt like That.

I was cutting sheets at a factory. I paid all my bills. I was comfortable during the sun lit hours of each day. I was proud of myself almost every day, since I supported myself.

Remmer was my 2nd best friend. Maybe we would have been the closest and best friends, if we had spent the most time together, talking, writing, reading, making.

Okay then, this story begins now, I am twenty years of age.

I live at 54 Loop 9, apartment 2. Westown, Missouri, 25 miles southwest of Saint Louie.

I have 2,091 dollars in savings. I usually save 200 to 250 dollars a month.

I will die at the age of 68 years. The year 2066.

27 people will remember me.

The last person to know about me will die in 2097.

Their name is Dearme.

Dearme is a very good person.

The last person to know about Dearme will die in 2191.

In 2130, a person named Wimmer reads a personal essay I wrote when I was 45.

Wimmer is Remmer's first cousin six times removed.

He thinks about the meanings of the words I wrote for about 5 hours.

He remembers some of the words for the next 41 years.

He tells someone about my words and their meanings, knowing nothing about me.

That person forgets about this conversation by the following morning.

It is bright.

It is beautiful.

It remembers.

The End