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About Me

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I made this profile for the purpose of you reading my poetry, rants, stories, conflicts, debates, other liturature ect. Ill try and update it with a new piece everyday so keep checking back. If you decide not to put this profile to use, delete it, its not for you, only the smart kids who are into stuff like this...
A little about me... okay um, well, I like music, I am straight edge, I love shows,I like tea, I like tattoos and the pain that they come with, I like pain, I like to draw, I like animals, I like to paint, I like to ride my bike, i like to walk, I like summer nights, I like piercings, I like big gauged ears, I like culture and diversity, I like parks, I like poetry, I like reading, I like being knowledgeable, I like being carefully care free, I like food, I like to eat, I like camping, I like exploring, I like trying new things, i like to draw, i like to shop at 2nd hand stores, i like positive anger, I like it when it rains, i like my bed, i like to sleep, I am Straight Edge, I have A.D.D, I love my mom, my dad, my sister, my littlebrother, and my big brother, my grandma is a buddist monk, I am positive, I am an optimist, my sister raised me on music, my mom raised me well, I have an inny-outie belly button, I have a sidekick it is broken, i have morals and values, i have standards, i consider the people i talk to my friends, i dont talk to very many people, i love hardcore music, I do things for the better, Im kinda selfish in certain ways but very considerate, I am forgetful, I like art. 2bcntnud
I dislike tv, I dislike ego.

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My Interests

The sight of blue eyes, green eyes, gauged ears, and brilliant intelligence.

I wont be the same after this, i wont come back to claim my dues, Ive been pushed away so many times that each finger print layed a scar on my soul, Ive bottled myself up to catch a glimps of the outside world from a distance, everthing works so well without me, why would i want to mess that up? I dont need to step so hard now for fear i may tear the fabric of reality and be sucked into an alternate universe where im completely satisfied with everything and with the person i am, for that will be the worst of me. I go hungry with becoming a better myself and in doing that the void is filled with disappointment. At the same time I thirst all too well to push myself to the point of exaustion for success. Did you know your smile lifted me today, i went for a couple days on that one reaction alone, before you smashed it down like an empty cardboard box that fills the half empty trashcan. I dont know how to read you, again i tilt my head like a concerned puppy.

I'd like to meet:

If i could Id like to meet Gandi, see what his deal was. I'd like to meet Buddah and have him show me how to reach enlightment. Maybe the guy who made up the koran and knock his ass out for causing centuries of suffering and pain for the women of Saudi Arabia and countries alike. I'd like to sit down and have some tea with Henry Rollins cause his logic fascinates me, we would either get along really well or argue a lot for having similar views on things. Bush, so I could tell him to resign and still have him make me feel stupid because you have to be pretty fucking smart to make it as a president, or not. Jonny Cash, to shake his hand. Mike Ness, just to meet him. Joan Jett, to look where she put her wrinkles. Chuck Palahniuk, to see what kind of person he is. Ray Cappo, I'd ask him why he took a sip of that wine after all those militant years of Straight Edge, and why his nose is so big. Paris Hilton, to state the obvious and call her a dumb slut. Thats about it, oh and Dane Cook so i can see if he got rid of that gap in his teeth and grab his butt.

Music:

Oh so amazing the tickle of my eardrum.

I drift steadly into the noise that associates itself with me, blairing its way out of the wires and metal so intricate that i dont bother to question. These little sounds make my heart feel so big and i smile, I dance to the kictchen and grab a handful of grapes and stuff them as quickly as possible into my mouth where they burst with sweet juices and move to the beat of my toungue. I rush back up to my room and jump into a pile of blankets and sheets that smell of fresh detergent and lay me down. I sing along to the music, and close my eyes so i can take it all in completely. Music IS my bliss.

Heroes:

My heros have fallen.
Where does it start?
End?
As I sit on the warm concrete sidewalk and look deeply upon my feet and then into the royal skys, I feel the rays of the sun lay themselves down upon my cheeks, and I listen to the thick scilence all around me. All I can hear is the UV light darkening my skin pulling me into pungent thought. I felt as if i could do anything and drifted backwards onto the grass without a care in the entirety of the moment. My emotions are strong, and i feel as if i could accomplish anything and it begins to make my abdomen burn with excitement, I continue to lay in the lap of luxury. With bliss on my shoulders, the concept of mass religion drifted into my mind. The fact of someone needing and being dependent on religion for comfort and happiness confused me, thus my ignorance of religion found itself inside me reawakened. There are few people of the thousands that take to mass religion the right way and benifit from it by not depending on it, i ceased breathing... then dismissed it, not needing such a worthless concern on my mind at the moment.

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drift me softly into oblivion, i take my consequences all at once, i hear the voices of a million fears creeping through the cracks, i feel the warm summer air enter my lungs and spread my wings, two ...
Posted by Infinitely Conscious on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 12:45:00 PST