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hugs and kisses of death

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

shred
METALLLL!
independence.
poopcake here

My Interests

play some grind.
have some fun outside.
themed parties. chocolate soy milk. concerts that rock. neighbors that rock. good tattoos. dried flowers. drink and be merry. and fuck off.

I'd like to meet:



Music:

I ounly likes ze metul music.

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Movies:

switch it up

Television:

metalocalypse

Books:

h.s. thompson, vonnegut, bukowski, nabokov, bradbury, kafka, kerouac, pound, palahniuk, tolkien, wolfe, huxley, orwell, nietschze, ginsberg, burroughs, pynchon, Kesey...

Heroes:

www.poopcake.com

My Blog

A Gothic Romance

Evening minuetto in a castle by the seaA jewel more radiant than the moonLowered Her mask to meThe sublimest creature the Gods, full of fireWould marvel at making their QueenInfusing the air with Her ...
Posted by hugs and kisses of death on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 01:21:00 PST

gone forever

these flames are granted access to engulf all of me and bring sweet death to this misery. Feelings as dark as rape betrayal and blind hate. i am building a coffin for such darkness, with a tiny corner...
Posted by hugs and kisses of death on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 01:59:00 PST

bukkake

steps to success1)lick salt2)take shot3)suck lime4)hit bowl...
Posted by hugs and kisses of death on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 08:40:00 PST

Random Rant

Thought that is a form of escapism. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ cant wait to see grind house. it looks awesome. -----------------...
Posted by hugs and kisses of death on Wed, 18 Jan 2006 04:27:00 PST

Last Night in a few Phrases

-Family lecture of the round table-thoughts of the college-stagnation-repetition-kite presents-oppressed tension-strong coffee-thick cigarette-learning kum bah yah & the first noel on keyboard-squ...
Posted by hugs and kisses of death on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 10:27:00 PST

at Hotel Utica

Being. Alone in the city at night. None will sleep. There is no intuition to trust but the secrets of the empty streets. Like the occasional stroll of polarized energy. should thou refuse his reality ...
Posted by hugs and kisses of death on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 03:54:00 PST