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I wasn't born to follow.

I'm a visual animal by nature, but synecdoche is my favorite figure of speech—to be incomplete is to be alluring.

I believe humor is the path to a blessed state. At six, I underwent what can only be described as a mystical experience and at twenty-nine, witnessed a flying saucer by the sobering light of day. I have uncanny intuition, and it rarely fails me when I listen to it. I've also been known to bark like a dog in the presence of a beautiful lady - lamentable, but true.

I think the photographic process is sex. I still remember my first time: a red light, the thrill of being over-exposed, and the faint scent of developer.

I'm an atrocious speler for an English major - disgrace to my ilk and a righteous dude (*waitaminute* that was Buller). I'm also undeniably nerdy (I have super powers on loan from Green Lantern), intrepid, instinctive, far too analytical, aloof, INTENSE, opinionated, oftentimes (parenthetical), self-assured, blank, tragic, quixotic, exotic, loyal, honest (well, mostly), cagey, childish but wise beyond my years, romantic, cynical, cerebral but primal, irresponsible and selfish but selfless during my moments of weakness, strong but sensitive, powered by UNIX, and in the end, a man with the power to excite your molecules.

I've also been an international man of action, crash-test dummy, time traveler, and adventurer in the infinitely expanding universe.

I choose my friends wisely, and only a handful people know me well. I'm aces with a heat-ray and a secret decoder ring. And I have a memory like an elephant—I never forget.

And ladies, I wear like HOT BUTTER - let your imaginations run wild with that one.

There is no KENT, only ZUEL!