.: 10/12/05

I am the supreme being's extreme stereotype creation of esoteric personality. With two different poles in my mind that would never meet, I possess an outlook of radical differences which is being understood only by a chosen few. I belong to one of Charles Darwin's links which is still exceptionally inexplicable and undocumented. Who I am must not be something that is written, but was done. I am a God of my own. I am a creation of no kind. I am extinct. I am Obert.

In hardly any erratic circumstances, I split into a multitude of characters. Beneath the superficial mask of an angelic face lies the wrath of Kal-El who transforms into Clark Kent, the ignominy of Darth Vader, the wandering-dreamy Morpheus and possesses a devilish grin of Ayatollah Khomeini; all gone kaput. Most of the moment when I am but a simple Obert, I can be amicable but not really much friendly. I am ambivalent with straightforward mentality. I am adorable with hideous eccentricities. Ergo, I am a living evil spirit dwelling in a pious disciple. In my eminence the noble founder of Obertianism.

Ironically, I am a friend of many, an adversary of no one. I appreciate things with my utmost admiration yet I know not how to please everybody. I have the gift of art in serendipity though I know that everything is done in purpose, I am certain that all that I am is a product of my own measures. I am good yet bad. I am lovable yet infuriating. I am everything indispensable for someone. I am Obert.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

My baby and me