I am a retired, married 58 year old man  I am an artist and a poet and I am interested in making pen pal friends with people from all parts of the Earth.  I have a business concept I am trying to develop in the New Age Field.  I used to work in the 'Security Field' and am now disabled.  I'd like to compare Greek and Arabic Philosophy, as well as World Art History and Roman Politics; and get to know people personally, in addition to that. In college I studied International Affairs. Also, I know a some Arabic. A little. Very little.
I am a unique individual, average, common, ordinary and so then so very  completely special, different: special, too even also ; and while deeply emotional about every day life, I am highly intellectually motivated to join up into the Intelligensia Class, except I doubt the ladies are anything but perhaps FRIGID. hether daughters of Generals, wealthy wise industrialists, modern day billionaire daddy's stuck paydirt on a quick lil arbitrage transaction of the 3% off 6 trillion dolls for china palace's six month employment payout, (with all communist country customed coded amendicees, too) And I am Smart i.e. Practical common sense knowing this world the best there is out there. Wo wee!
I have truthfully endured decades of a multitude of many multivarious & multifarious (varieties of pertaining) various tremendously arduous and agonizing seemingly unending "tortures" and virtual "humiliation"; yet too before then the most delicious and delicate joyful blisses; now seeking to get to back to my own self same element again for ecstactic ecstacies - but not venturing from my house in Sarasota, FL - USA as agora phobia srtrikes up during daylights........??!!!
A child of the 'sixties' I carry within my seed the idealisms that generation coined and kept alive. I have the strong, steady and stable belief that together we will certainly with ease now make that 'body politic' of Rousseau, the best civilization in the Universe there ever was or will be.  Certain buds. Be my Pal. Amenti.

Write me. Write me about anything. I want to fulfill myself and learn from you.  I want to tell you who I am.  I want to know you.  I want you to help me be a better person and I can't help this - - but I need to love you and never stop loving.
I'm not going to insist upon forgiveness.  Our species should be over the necessities for guilt.

I want to learn Arabic from native speaker. I studied it some in college. Very hard to get.

My cats.  Watching the trees, birds,  sunny skies and the flowers.  Feeling the breeze.  Hanging out.  Being lazy.  Relaxing. Sipping soda. Taking a bath for an hour. Sitting at the seashore at sunset looking at shiny shells.  Collecting pretty rocks I find along the way walking through semitropical area dirt paths through trees bushes and such floras.
And also in addition sometimes boring people, scaring them, hurting them, angering them, confusing them. Blaming THEM.
I don't like taking showers, brushing my teeth, changing clothes.  I have no regular schedule and I like to live 100% spontanious. I must be free in relationships. Free? Yes.  Unless women are my friends.  Real baby honest to goodnest friends, why even talk about a thing? I like doing ten things at once.  I need to always have one major project going. Ask me about that.  My one life goal. Peace, Peace, Peace. And Pasta with cheese I like also. Plus beef burgers, they call it.  You know..Mickey's stuffing.  Battle of the Bulge. Nope. Ok, your meat on the Bones.  Consider it a badge of Homor! Wear that fat like a medal.  I know amigo. You see, I know it. too.

"The Music of the Spheres" - the songs that play in my head during the long lazy days here in Florida.
"The answer, my friend, is a ******** in the wind..."
BLUES. The depressing kind.  Like the old country hit..."SUMMERTIME!!!"
There's Mickey.  Mr Jackson.
I hear Nelson Mandela sang to himself once in a while in the dark.
And Mahatma Ghandi composed songs with nothing to write them down with.
While Jesus Christ walked Palestine he hummed under his breath - taking voice...lesson..."There is a way, Oll Layeeeeoo!"
from Angelicum Ralph. The Star Spangled Banner.
Madonna.
Jimi Hendrix.
JOPLIN.
Barry WHITE.
Linda Rhonstacked. (She wasn't))
Reeb.  Could she belt it OWT! The entire billy crystal, "uninvited"and his sidekick, partner and bud (EEE) Ellen Degenerate. (Everything is beautiful..in it's own way) Very ohmn!  And we do know why after all these centuries of ballads. C & W.  Grass Roots. Mr Boots on High Cee. Meow! 4U. And Humperedinks dinky one man band gang.
Barry Mantelobe's Frank Sinner's Alto Sex Tet (offensive).
Christamas Carols, All Of Them. Especially Wife Jane's favorite - Roasted nuts by the fire.
Johnny Rock.  [Whenever I feel afraid, I whistle a happy tune...] I blew the wistle...A monu-mental magical piece of the Big Labotsky Pie in the sky over river phoenix, while blowing his nose, wet from the wind in the rain by stefan john..(ME) Mad Poet. EEE now decomposing...Dead poet society member, out of action in this hell we live to die in. Then SOMEWHERE OVER TH RAINBOW, too.

The Jerk.
Matrix.
Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Bucket List.
A million others, including Night of the Living Dead, and Love Story. Also that one ---007, yeah.  Too.
"Red Beard"?
Alpha Five?
Centaaurus Ruskin in green and blue underpanties.
Cummings EE in at theater near you.

The Munsters.  All in the Family.  Sanford and Son.  Green Acres.  LoL.
I dream if Jeanie...and That Girl, Concentration, Bewitched, Looney Tunes Cartoons, George of the Jungle (the original 1/2 hour Sat morning show) Star Trek, Rowen and Martin's Laugh In, Buggs Bunny. Then after them, back to 100,000 hours indexed to the wonderful likable lady (whoever her name) on SVU. All different too.  Wow!  Beats Magnum.

Catcher in the Rye.
War and Peace.
Slaughterhouse 5.
Flowers for Algernon.
1984.
Brave New World.
2001.
Clockwork Orange.
Stranger in a Strange Land.
Martha Stewart's Cook Book.
Brave New World.
1984.
2001.
Don Jon Quixote - Nuts in shimmering armor.
Diary of Anne, quite Frankly (at 14 - too revealing!!).
And my Great American (unfinished Novel, myself).

Beat the Last Drum, and Johnny Tremain.

A rose is a rose is a rose.
Unto thine own self be true.
ALL IS VANITY...
What's up dock?
My Fellow Americans - LBJ.
Uhh well, like see? Like uh...Johnny Rock ( Of the Johnny Rock It Global Bland Bland and friends, too.