So, my name is Vicktore. And by that I mean my name sounds like that but is spelled differently. Maybe minus one consonant and unnecessary common vowel. But maybe not. Derp. I are musician, and singer, and pianist. I’m good with my hands. Specifically my fingers. ;D. But, since you’re just a random stalker on the internet reading my shit because you value the humanity of people who look interesting, you’ll just have to fantasize about how good those fingers are. Because I can cook, food. And It’s tasty food. And the food is nommed like omnomnomnomnom, because i’m awesome. I can beat anyone you know at basketball, and mostly any black person too (because some of them are fucking crazy bro, have you ever tried to play defense on a six foot black man? no racism meant. But seriously. BRO.) I told you about stairs. I warned you dawg, i TOLD YOU ABOUT STAIRS. It keeps happening though.

I’m a poet, an artist, an extremely derpy and usually chivalrous person with an extensive vocabulary of myriads of overextrapolated words, some of which are so complicated that autospellcheck doesn’t even know, and marks them wrong. Like Floccinaucinihipilification, or Honorificabilitidinatatibus. But yes. I play guitar, piano, any stringed instrument, improvise music like hells yes, and basically music is my life. Except for my lovely soon-to-be-fiance, whose name is derp. Imean Bella. But I love her, so much bro. I love her more than nutella. It’s like falling down stairs, it keeps happening. Like, if my love were a complcated mathematical figure, it’d be extrapolated out of all three planes of imaginary, negative, and positive integers, rational and irrational numbers alike. I wonder if you can graph in four dimensions, with complex numbers. I must try it sometime. This sounds cool. How do you four dimensions. Fuck.

Oh, yes. I’m also a scholar, I read anything and everything that crosses my path, (that’s worthwhile to read at least. fuck popular novels.) including poetry, lots of it. I’m a performer as well as a musician, man if all my topics were file systems i’d have a defragmentation nightmare. I’m also a techy, and experienced with all the operating systems nobody uses anymore. I’m still in high school, but going on to music college eventually. I’m a songwriter, which means lyrics for those who are inattentive to small words like that. Anddddd, I love j.r.r. tolkien, john keats, john grisham, john anythingatall, any author. But tolkien especially. Derp.

If you’re still reading, I give you a lot of credit for sorting fact and reason out of my bubbling babble full of randomly placed alliterative alluring auspiciously intoned words. It’s a big job, reading about someone’s profile page. But you were up to the task. You took initiative, just in case no one had read it before. Imagine that you’re a tourist, in your own heart. Because you don’t know everything about it, you only know what you think it wants. loldeepsentences. But yeah. So, that was alot about me. Of course, that’s not nearly enough detail.

MY FAVORITE THINGSDERP

Composers: Scriabin, Buxtehude, Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, Czerny, Tchaikovsky, John Rutter, Liszt, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Boellmann, Saint-Saens, And various assorted other names which have slipped my mind. So I’ll probably keep updating this moar when I have my massive collection of music books with me.

Bands: too many to count, so i’ll just liszt (c wat i did thar) my main influences. Green Day, Ac\Dc, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Cradle Of Filth, Bright Eyes, Death Cab For Cutie, Dashboard Confessional, John Butler Trio, AFI, My Chemical Romance, Metallica, System of a Down, King Creosote and Jon Hopkins, Rancid, Sublime, The Beatles, The Doors, Evanescence, The Airborne Toxic event, Yellowcard, and many more. If you haven’t noticed already, because i’ve made it so apparent, I HATE country music and contemporary music. And contemporary jazz. Normal jazz is fine. But fuck contemporary. And country. And taylor swift and miley cyrus.

My favorite foods: Everything except southern cooking and standard american creations, like mac’n’cheese, anything fried and anything with the betty crocker logo.

My favorite words: Nice ones, that tingle your mind when you read them, like tantalizing, acquiesce, phantasmagorical, loquacious, etc. If you’ve read any of my poetry on facebook, you’ll know the deal bro. And If you want to add me on facebook, contact me dawg, and shit will happen.

My favorite things: Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite things. Ohyeah, I make complicated puns sometimes. But that’s cool, because puns are cool dawg. Don’t make me punish you. lolpuns.

So, yeah. If you have any idea of who I am by now, you’ll either run for the hills or try and hug me through the screen, because i like everything except country, so that pretty much covers some of the stuff that you might like too.

Oh, and i’m an expressive person. Hence my artistic and musical infatuation. I’m always honest and i’m always a good person with any kind of advice, period. Try me if you don’t think so.

Another thing. Stereotypes and judging. If you’re anyone that goes and judges people and stereotypes and all that shit, then no. Just no. I am, have been, and have always embraced that we are all human, all that stereotypes do is hurt, and that under our shells of personality we’re all a human being. So let’s treat each other equally, eh? No i’m not canadian. That was just an eh. Eh.

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