Cy ≈

Well... My name is Cyrus, I'm stupid, weird, foolish and erm... A guy?
I love talking about disgusting things, such as; Sticks.
I'm a very friendly person,
So friendly that you won't notice me stealing all your stuff. I mean...
Stop looking at me, oh my god.
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I'm so sad now, all I wanted was a friend called Michael Jackson.
I like writing songs and also poetry,
Sometimes I touch things but they fly away,
I have no idea what they are,
That's why it's so fun touching them,
I like making up stories of how much I rule,
But then cry because they're fake.
I also talk too much, Actually I don't,
But people think I do,
I'm really untalkative,
So please...
Don't kill me.
I hate it when people lie, I don't know why.
It just makes me mad.
And no one wants to see me mad, if I got mad I'd be like the Hulk.
But instead of turning green I'd turn rainbow coloured.
And I'd use my pokemon type moves on you.
I don't know what else to say so... DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Here's a little update;
I hate each and every one of you's. Yes, I said you's.
I use too many new lines, what the hell is wrong with me? :(
One time I saixed myself and then I cried and that was a turning point in my eyes. I can't believe I didn't saix myself before.
Anyway... I hope you all love me because of my schlong and not my thong. :(
Ugh, eff you! *Stops*
Another saixy update, I played with you while you were asleep, the session turned into saix. Your parents came rushing into the room and said what's going on, I said nothing and continued to thrust, pump and smack you. I heard the police come by so I stopped for a second then remembered they were strippers, so I let them join in, then we had saix with nine people and it hurt because my fetus in a jar was inside you. Your saixy place was all red and it was nearly bleeding, I could hear you moan from the garden, actually I didn't go to the garden, I was still saixing you. I don't know what the hell I wrote but please, lick me. I need to be loved. Nobody loves Cy, only Cy loves Cy and Cy needs to release his love all over your body. Sorry, I faded off into horny land.
Don't you love it when I update? Well, nothing much has happened since my last update. So here I am with no news at all, no happenings and no gossip, wait nevermind... I always have gossip and news.
Girls are whores, I wish they could all be amish, that'd be awesome, amish girls are all dressed up and show no body parts, that's a turn on.
I sometimes wonder why girls say something then do the opposite, it's like an unwritten code to their gender.
I've been studying them for a while now and I have found out 10 unwritten rules that girls must follow.
1. They must always look like they've made love to seventy thousand guys at once.
2. They must show no fear, but only fear their periods.
3. They usually waste time teasing guys when they want to be sluts, what the hell is up with that? Why not just hump and dump?
4. If you tell a girl she looks fat in an outfit, she will beat the living hell out of you.
5. Girls always look for guys who are rich, if you're ugly and have no money, you have no chances. If you're rich and ugly, you have a 98% chance of getting with a girl.
6. Girls should always be attracted to gay guys, it's a known fact. If you're not attracted to them, you're a shemale.
7. If they don't like a guy, they will do everything in their power to make the guy not want them, then cry after the guy dumps them. Thus crying to their friends and stuff, even though they never wanted the guy.
8. Fat girls must follow the greatest rule of all, thou must not chew before swallowing. You know... It's not very nice being chewed, so yeah...
9. Skinny girls must follow a rule similar to rule no. 8. Thou must keep their bilemic lifestyle but spit, not puke.
10. They will always have to deny that these rules exist, so don't believe them when they say "Cy is lying"
That took a long time to think of a gay list like this but oh well. ;o
Here's another update, which is kind of weird since I update the about me and nothing else, I don't even think anyone even reads this at all but oh well, I'll continue to update until I die. Who else hates people on myspace? Nearly everyone on here is emo and emo people are stupid, they should like, die already and stop wasting everyone elses time by complaining about how depressed they are. I know that was rude and uncalled for but eff you, I'm Cy, I can do anything I want.
I shall now talk about my tamagotchi and how ugly it is now that it's a teenager, it hasn't changed much from its baby form, it's just grown a dick on its head, which kind of looks funny. Anyway... I love you all and goodbye, I'll update the other sections too, I guess.
So, uh... This is a long list of writingz, y0. Yeah, I said writingz, what are you going to do about it? Anyway.. I'm going to type out a list of things that I'd like my future wife to be like and stuff.
1. She must be pretty.
2. She must be smart.
3. She must love video games.
4. She must know the different time settings of all the grand theft auto series'
5. She must love me.
6. She must have a great sense of humour that ranges from funny to mean.
7. She must know how to cook.
8. She must know how to clean.
9. She must know how not to be sexist like the two statements above, I shall take part in the cooking but the cleaning will have to be her. ;d
10. She must love Queen and Freddie Mercury, she must also know who Dave Williams is.
11. She must be innocent and not a slut.
12. She must be talkative and lovely.
13. She must not have tourettes, it'd be too hard to understand the fucking bitch, and that fucking sucks.
14. She must like coca cola and like drinking milk.
15. She must not cheat or I will cut her. (Only joking, maybe) ;d
16. She must raise a tamagotchi and know what it is.
17. She must think super Mario is cool.
18. She must not torment me because of yellow being my favourite colour.
19. She must not disobey me or I'll put her in a cage, well, that was a joke so don't worry.
20. The last thing is, that she must always be happy and not smack me across the face when I tell her how beautiful she is and how much I love her, this also shouldn't happen when I compliment her.
Well, that's all I could think of. ;(
Here we are, another piece of crap brought to you by Cy, today I thought I'd update this stupid thing with everything that makes sense; From Jesus to Hitler, whatever the hindu gods are called to Allah. Yeah, right... That's a waste of time so I'll make you all giggle, cry and maybe feel a little discomfort.
Here is the story of the boy who lost himself;
There once was a boy, who's tears could fill a fountain, nothing made sense to him, not even his own thinking. He couldn't hold on to what he believed and when he thought he could, it was too late for he had already lost it. Each day was planned out, he'd wake up, empty his tank, shake his snake, wash his hands, brush his teeth and get dressed; Then he'd wait silently for his imaginary friends to tell him who he is and what he'll be doing for the rest of the day. The boy had no voice nor could he keep himself from touching his nipples, they were connected to his fingers at one point with some help of some superglue and a bunch of his enemies. He did what he was told, most of the time, if he didn't he'd feel like he let someone down and he cared for everyone and everything, he couldn't bear to let down anyone. His imaginary friends told him to be a pornstar, boy was this a big mistake, they did so much damage in so little time, he went around asking girls if they'd like to appear in a movie called; Sea men. He almost wondered why they slapped him every time he asked, yet he did nothing because he'd fear he'd lose his imaginary friends; Was it fair for his own mind to make a fool of him? Some say it is, some say it's not but to me, I believe he's an asshole. Anyway... The next day they told him to cut off his manhood, now, this was a huge thing to do but he did it, the blood splattered everywhere, even on his new clothes, he cried so hard that even people in Ethiopia would feel sorry for him. The following day seemed to be the same but this time they told him to cut off his nipples, the boy loved his nipples a lot, he grabbed the scissors and looked at his imaginary friends with an evil look in his eyes, he then said his first ever words; "I'm going to make you my bitch!" And he did, he cut those bitches in every shape and size, he even moulded their cuts into a new manhood and he lived happily ever after.
Well, here I am editing my profile again, I think it's been a year since I left it to rot or maybe less, maybe I'm just lying about it being a year to make all of you feel sorry for my profile being neglected. A lot has changed since I updated my profile, recently I touched your mother and she was like "Oh my god, why did you do that?" and I was all like; "You're saixy, bitch" My humour is the same, as you can see. I'm still the fool you all love but with a few differences, now all of my ass shines, not only one cheek so that's a very nice thing now, I guess. I'm black now, Michael Jackson turned white and I can turn black, right? Being black is cool, you get to do drive-by's and sit at the front of the bus, stupid white people always sit at the back for some reason, I guess they're gay or something. Ohhhhhh, I almost forgot to tell you all that this year will be the year I get my driving license so if you ever see a crazy person speeding with Queen songs playing out loud, you'll know who it is. I guess I'll update the I'd like to meet place now, so scroll down and read that too.