| Child of Icarus: A Fallen Angel | ||||||||||||||||
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| And when he took his first breath of life, the gods named him: Eric Cortez Reincarnation: 28 5'10" 165 laidback easygoing sexy goodlooking dude Filipino-Spanish-Chinese mutt worked-out lean muscular smooth body buzzcut dark hair, brown eyes, pierced ear, one tattoo, trimmed goatee, likes wearing low-rise jeans [no underwear, of course], boots, a tight T-shirt and headgear. A Solitary Plight. My Search for Flight: The Fates nursed my broken body after I fell and have taken me to the Inland Empire. The only thread that connects my soul to my brothers is our resonant cry that fills the sky. It is beknownst to many mortals as the wavelength of progressive trance/deep house/ambient/chill-out/lounge music. I must find my brothers who like myself have been boxed into an often misunderstood class of beings referred to as "electronica junkies". Those who "hear" but are unable to "listen" to our ethereal ballads of our souls deny themselves the Freedom of Flight found inside our secret rapture places known as "afterhours" and "circuit". Therein my brothers and I take off from this realm into a beautiful world known only to the Children of Icarus When I awoke from my childhood and became a man, I journeyed to many strange and distant places seeking for my Truth. At the end of my weary travels, I finally found it inside the Gift of Orpheus: Music. As a pure form of self-expression, and as a beautiful magical imagery of the Gift of Flight, I have taken a deep interest in the art of flagging and flag design/making/choreography. It is with fervent hope that I shall find other Creatures of Flight who share a passion for the marriage between flagging and deep electronica. My peaceful nature, my altruistic dreams and my addiction to pleasure come from my past as a surfer. I was born under the Sign of Aquarius. I am a child of Icarus. And like many of my brothers, am a Fallen Angel. Our souls find refuge in an Old City on the surface of this watery planet they call Earth. Those who first found us called our home "La Ciudad de Los Angeles". If you are my brother, come reunite with me. Take my hand. Gracefully spread your strong and beautiful wings. And let us take flight... |
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| "Fly not too close to the Sun, my Beautiful Child, lest thy wings melt for thou shalt fall from The Heavens and enter into The Underworld..." | ||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Eric | |||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||
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