 | In my own words
The rain falls upon the acidic trees of the millennium scorn
The fire has vanished, leaving behind a trail of death for all to see.
The birds & the trees, then you & me
Lay twitching on the forest floor.
The yeti is waiting for us to take us into his home,
Care for us just like one of his own. |
The Meaning Of Life...
Preserve life through loathing.
Awaken hope within hatred.
Wrest insight from outrage.
This is a birthright and obligation. |
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| | | Personal Stats Interests
music, art, clubs Makes me happy
the sky Makes me sad
fake cunts! its fucking tragic! get a life! Bad habits
cant spell, ive been told im up myself? Cigarettes
I smoke Alcohol
I drink occasionally Drugs
I am a recreational drug user Race
White / Caucasian Hair
Brown Eyes
Hazel Body Type
Slim, Toned |
| Favourite Things Food
4 pound special from ping-on in washington Music
i love it TV Show
spaced Author
bukowski Movie
me you and everyone we know Night Club / Bar
anywhere aslong as theres good company Animals
bears Website
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| Details Last logged on 19 november 2009 at 4:00pm Last modified 19 November 2009 Original Old Skool Member Created on 2 October 2004 Visitors 7,777 visitors |
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