the details of my life are quite inconsequential.. very well.. where do I begin.. my father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize.. he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark! Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.. my childhood was typical.. summers in Rangoon.. luge lessons.. in the spring we'd make meat helmets.. when I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds.. pretty standard really. At the age of 12.. i received my first scribe. At the age of 14.. a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.. there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum.. it's quite breathtaking.. i suggest you try
The Meaning Of Life...
is to be happy .. love.. respect and trust all of those people who give it back and never feel too sad for too long! life is what you make it and will only be limited by your own dreams :) im a big believer in fate .. karma .. destiny .. just the general guide to a life which seems to pull you along without you even knowing! so .. do good things and good things will happen! smile .. laugh and compliment those nearest to you every day! they are what matters most :)