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Im tired of looking up to people who think im nothing im tired of being thrown aside im tired of being used im not here to serve you i dont want respect by my appearance i want to earn it somehow i dont care if you call me a poseur we all are or have been who gives a fuck about it anyways a poseur is someone who pretends to be something they are not for acceptance i dont even feel acceptance from the people who are closest to meEDGAR ALLEN POE - ALONE From childhood's hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone Then - in my childhood - in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain From the sun that 'round me roll'd In it's autumn tint of gold - From the lighting in the sky As it pass'd me flying by - From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that look the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.Myspace Layouts
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DANIEL RIBIAT A.K.A. Yellow (BASS PLAYER FOR CINEMA STRANGE) ANYONE WHO REALLY KNEW HOW TO LIVE AND DIE DARBY CRASH - ASTRID (POEM WRITTEN AT AGE 17) Astrid was from a planet blue He spoke of love for me and you He could set your mind ablaze With sparkling eyes and visionary care He stood like a remnant from an outbreak past Wore a ring in his ear and boy was he fast Had hair like a rocket's nest But when he cheered he gave his best He made a noise that stirred our souls Got us moving out of control When Astrid moved he changed our tunes The filled his arms with needles bare Shot him up and cut his hair Tied him to an evil plot Told the kids that he was not their man He gave us life and dealt us love Sold us out for the great above He was On a starry night in mid-December Astrid cried you might remember Live it to the end Share it with a friend Deny me not Cause now you're caught I'll be with you in the thought Beyond

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.................... SOMETIMES IM DREAMING &.... Every dream leads me no where, every night I wonder if I should care, why do we live in a world like this? why do we attempt to make everyt...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Aug 2009 11:52:00 GMT