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peace in the east, no blood for oil

yea i can do that... but i'm not going to do that becuase i don't want to and i just can't find my w

About Me

hello, i'm tony halley i go to RVHS.. yea i i used to live in mountian home idaho, but i moved and now i live in colorado arvada, i love BSU, i've liked them since i've been in idaho. wtich is 13 years so. i love music, longboarding, snowboarding, soccer and girls, yea if you want to know me.. then talk to me.peace.

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Jul 14 2007 11:43P
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ey yo man your right i really do like dick in my mouth and ass and i would love to have like 3 dicks in my ass at the same time or better yet 2 dicks in my mouht and 3 in my ass, boy that sounds good! mmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm i'm gay and i'm glad i let it out theres no point in hideing it anymore.

My Interests

, soccer, girls, ncaa, music, idaho

I'd like to meet:

people who like me and want to know me for who i am and what i do not what i look like....thats about it and some people.

Music:

talk to me and you'll find out.

Movies:

300,edward sissorahands.the simpsons movieclassics.

Television:

ncaasimponskind of the hills

Books:

one flew over the cuocooks nest

Heroes:

martin luthar king jr.

My Blog

the meaning of cards

that pack of cards have red and black cards witch are days and nights there are 52 cards in a deck of cards, and there are also 52 weeks in a year there a 4 suits in a deck of cards and there are four...
Posted by peace in the east, no blood for oil on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 12:08:00 PST

poem.

you make it, you break it, you want it, you keep it, nothing in the world will stop you form having it, once you have it you'll never give it up, not till you cry, not till you die, the ontly thing yo...
Posted by peace in the east, no blood for oil on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 09:43:00 PST

poem of a dying art by tony halley

 missing you is like a diying art that will never come alive agein and never act as if it would be alive, moments are lost moments are saved moments are dead, daed to this day as for as a dy...
Posted by peace in the east, no blood for oil on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 11:30:00 PST