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Fred

About Me

I like it better when it is cold rather than hot. I prefer cats to dogs. My entire family spells our last name wrong. I have a third nipple. I was pigeon toed when I was born. I do not give money to panhandlers. I like plain old Ivory soap, none of that fancy moisturizing stuff. I believe coffee was given to us from the gods and should be consumed with a beer bong. I want to be cremated... after I am dead of course. My favorite film is Casablanca. I used to smoke a lot of pot, now I never do(makes me paranoid). I do not believe GOD is dead. I have a couple of tattoos. My middle name is Jason. I love my son and being a father very much. I am sincerely trying to better myself on a daily basis, sometimes I even succeed. ..

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Too many to mention, I just like meat.

My Blog

p oem

    I do try and touch it sometimes I know it will burn a little I know I am going to regret it but i try a deep breath closed eyes praying for mercy grasping, clenching, pulling it slip...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 09:21:00 GMT

po em

    who's freaking out who said anythng about freaking out all i wanted was a phone call all that shit your spewing amounts to is the attack on and depletion of the ozone layer a cop out...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 23:31:00 GMT

Poem 31

  He was feeling like beer soaked confetti the day after new years eve Limp as the streamers folding over countless plastic chairs in darkened stinking banquet halls that had been ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 18:43:00 GMT

Poem(30 of 30)

sometimes sometimesa wishisnt supposed to cometruesometimes the workis the giftsometimes i can be such an idiotit aint even rightsometimesI can be so full of shitsometimesgold dont shine and diam...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 20:31:00 GMT

Poems(29 of 30)

empty lives ledout in the centerof a fringe societyspaced out spacemenon a mission to probe blindly, into cluttered mindsno gainsno lossesstatus quotientmisty eyed and tired of tryingi do like the way...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 23:40:00 GMT

Poem(28 of 30)

  at last he is lost swaying to the rhythm the beating and the churning the cool blueness of her eyes soothing him into the warmest state of uncertainty  words fail thoughts cease onl...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 23:28:00 GMT

of Poems(27 of 30)

sometimes i love it when i feel it boil up pulling me down choking the sense from me slowly carresing a strippers broken dance seducing grinding out the hurt until i bust a money shot all ov...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 01:50:00 GMT

Poem(26 of 30)

fuckfuckfuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuckfuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck i just quit smoking fuck
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 18:51:00 GMT

Poem(25 of 30)

Fading infalling outhanging on letting uptaking time giving shitshake it offand own it
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 23:16:00 GMT

Poem(24 of 30)

    there was this heavy odor slathered over his hair and then smack in the middle she started laughing he thought "thats as funny as  premature ejaculation with a hooker" as the...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:26:00 GMT