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Trepkos

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About Me

Every minute of every day we choose. Who we are. Who we forgive. Who we defend and protect. To choose a side or to walk the line. To play the middle. To straddle the fence between what is and what should be. This is the course I chose. Trying to find the delicate balance of interests that can never exist. Choosing by not choosing. Defending a center which cannot hold. Until death choses for me.

It began with an act of supreme violence-- a big bang expanding ever outward, cosmos born of matter and gas, matter and gas ten billion years ago. Whose idea was this? Who had the audacity for such invention? And the reason? Were we part of that plan ten billion years ago? Are we born only to die? To be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth before giving way to our generations? If there is a beginning, must there be an end? We burn like fires in our time only to be extinguished. To surrender to the elements' eternal reclaim. Matter and gas... will this all end one day? Life no longer passing to life, the Earth left barren like the stars above, like the cosmos. Will the hand that lit the flame let it burn down? Let it burn out? Could we, too, become extinct? Or if this fire of life living inside us is meant to go on, who decides? Who tends the flames? Can he reignite the spark even as it grows cold and weak?

My Interests

We wanted... to believe. We wanted to call out. On August 20th and September 5th, 1977, two spacecraft were launched from the Kennedy Space Flight Center, Florida. They were called Voyager. Each one carries a message. A gold-plated record depicting images, music and sounds of our planet, arranged so that it may be understood if ever intercepted by a technologically mature extraterrestrial civilization. Thirteen years after its launch, Voyager One passed the orbital plane of Neptune and essentially leaving our solar system. Within that time, there were no further messages sent. Nor are any planned. We wanted to listen. On October 12th, 1992, NASA initiated the high-resolution microwave survey. A decade long-search by radio telescope, scanning ten million frequencies for any transmission by extraterrestrial intelligence.scanning ten million frequencies for any transmission by extraterrestrial intelligence. Less than one year later, first-term Nevada Senator Richard Bryan successfully championed an amendment which terminated the project. I wanted to believe but the tools have been taken away. The Voyager Files have been shut down. They closed our eyes. Our voices have been silenced... our ears now deaf to the realms of extreme possibilities.

I'd like to meet:

An Extraterrestrial Biological EntityRainman

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Music:

Defied, The Unseen, Stance Punks, Happy Campers, DOA, Lower Class Brats, Anti-nowhere League, Defiance, The Misfits, Cheap Sex, Exploited, Dead Kennedys, The Casualties, Social Distortion, Black Flag, Millencolin, Union 13, Decedents, The Old School Greenday, Sex Pistols, [SUB][HUM][ANS], T.S.O.L., Minor Threat, Suicidal Tendencies, Oi Polloi, Operation Ivy, GBH. Oi Scouts. Bad Brains, Dogwood There's more but Im tired of typing. These are not punk but is still listen to them. HIM, CKY, Turbo Negro, HORSE the band,Pat Benatar,Gnar Kill, Linkin Park, Andrew W.K., Avenged Sevenfold, Cradle Of Filth, Minibosses, THRICE, Offspring, Billy Idol, And X Japan.

Television:

Im staring to hate T.V. beacause I think T.V. is going to shit. T.V. nowadays is making people look stupid and the majority of shows now are realality show, and I hate it. Cartoon nowadays are becoming crapier Because The P.P.P. "Pissed off Pissant Parents" are complaing about the stupidest things, For Instance, Sesame Street, Parents were complaing about the grouch because He was to "grouchy". WTF, HIS NAME IS "THE GROUCH". And OMG my favorite, Cookie Monster has been reduced to have "one" cookie every take he is in. Stupid Parents Complaning hes a slob. Compaired to the 80s going though the begining of the 90s was when T.V. was good. You can call me a bitch if you want but theres been couple time where I was going though break downs and cried about how bad T.V. is nowadays. because when Im really down I just think about all the horriable shit in my Life. AND T.V. IS ONE OF THEM. Thats my take on Television. I can go on more but I choose not to.

Books:

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Heroes: