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I like:Music, being outside in the sun, Sex, Driving Fast, Samuri, Wepons, Photoshop,
Dragons, Tattoo's, Road Trips, camping, the woods, cricks, railroad tracks, Concerts,
90's, Playing Live, War, World Domination, Dope, Guitars, Making Music, My Friends, Scary
Monsters, Rock stardom, Your Mother, Flipping People Off, Masterbation, Painting, Drawing,
Big Red, mushrooms, not wearing a shirt, cuddling, vulgarity, squeeky toys, jagermeister,
mountian dew, sexy stomachs, Bikini Bandets, dancing, raves, pills, things that glow in
the dark, pugs
I am:a blacklight hippie, myself, a walking paradox, at times a hypocrite, sometimes an
asshole, a prick, loyal, willing to talk about anything, sometimes high, horny 95% of the
time, soft spoken (unless intoxicated), a daydreamer, confident, honest, confused, on a
path of self destruction, jaded, willing to go the extra mile to help out a friend, a man,
wacky, spastic, prone to unexplainable injury’s, lonely, easy to get along with, open
minded, not you, done with typing what I am.
I hate: Organized religion, Government officials, Liars, Fakes, Plastic bitches, Close
minded individuals, Groups or Organizations, Charity, Foreign policy, Foreign cars, Bigots
(the way I see it don’t hate one group, do it right and hate everyone), Corporate America,
Jesus, Valentines day, Do rags, Global warming, The O-Zone layer, The Atkins diet, The
ideal that there is a pill that will fix everything, Jlow, Modern pop music, When CD’s
skip, Working for a living, The man, The war on drugs, That there is a war on everything,
Pop culture, Getting older, Responsibility, George Bush, Your mom, Money (cause I never
have enough of it), Math, Being blown off, Labels, Control, The Wizard of Oz, Hot Dogs,
Time
I am everyone, and I am no one. I am myself yet I encompass everything that has influenced
my life. I have a shitty attitude, and it shows. I am jaded to the fullest extent of its
meaning. I am fearful of what people can do to each other. I am fearful of what I can do
to you. I can act like a snake cold and distant. Feeling nothing, and able to strike out
without warning. I write little things when I eat mushrooms. They make more cense to me,
then the world will ever know because its eyes are closed. Mine are not, I see more
clearly then the eagle who flies above my head. I walk with no face through the sea of
people. Doing what they do. Unaware of their stale and false emotions; Feeling only what
is taught by people who cannot teach because they are incapable of finding knowledge. To
feel is foreign. Knowing not what it means to be free…
I am squee… |
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