Death Metal Shawn

I'd like to meet:

I would like to meet anyone that has an abstract sense of humor. I'd also like to meet Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson so I could give them hugs. That way, they know that not all white people sit around our magic White Table and plot how we are gonna keep them down. I'd like to meet Fred Durst, so that I may laugh at him, rather than with him. Also, it would bring me pleasure to meet all the residents of Saskatchewan, just because their province has a cool name.

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Music:

1.Death Metal (Death, Pestilence, Impaled, Carcass, Brutality, Obituary, Bloodbath, etc.) 2.Grindcore/ Goregrind (Birdflesh, Anal Cunt, Amoebic Dysentery, Agoraphobic Nosebleed, Torsofuck, Waco Jesus, etc.) 3.Thrash (M.O.D., Nuclear Assault, Overkill, Heathen, Destruction, Tankard, etc.) 4.Classical (Mozart, Greig, Paganini, Rossini, etc.) 5.Rap (Public Enemy, Necro, Circle Of Tyrants, ICP, Monoxide, Jedi Mind Tricks, NWA, etc.) 6.Avant-Garde/ New Age/ Abstract stuff (Praxis, Frank Zappa, Mike Patton, Kitaro, Mr. Bungle, John Zorn, Pink Anvil, Sun City Girls, etc.) 7.Blues (Robert Johnson, Lightnin' Hopkins, etc.) 8.Jazz (old and instrumental jazz only) 9.Blugrass (instrumental only)1.Death Metal (Why Do We Listen To That Noisy Shit???) 2.What I've been listening to lately...

Television:

Tonya drew this because she's talented. She's more talented than tall.(The following was written by my friend Carl the Viking. If he were a cow, he'd be udderly genius.)"It seems as though I was not very old when I first became aware of the train. Usually, children had much less to do with it than adults, and as such, we gave it much less thought. It came through my town as randomly as it did regularly, but we paid it little mind. It had always been there, probably always would be, but it also represented the unknown. We knew what a train was, we could see the different cars and sections, but that wasn't the unknown part. The train would come at different times, people would board the various cars, and it would speed off into the night. But we never knew where the train would go, and the people who got on board were never seen again. Some people claimed to know the trains final destination, although they had never taken it themselves, while others simply admitted they did not know. Sometimes we pretended the train wasn't there, other times we played on the tracks as if to taunt it. The train almost always instilled a sense of dread within us, which would sometimes later be accompanied by an innate curiousity, perhaps even nervous anticipation. It was something most of us didn't spend much time thinking about until we were older, but sooner or later, each of us would take the train and find out where it went. I enjoyed living in my hometown, but I knew that I could not and would not stay there indefinitely. One day I would climb onto any of the various sections of the train and be whisked away to an unknown future. As I stared into the pitch black tunnel that penetrated the hills bordering my town, I often wondered where it led. Perhaps after entering, the train would eventually emerge into another valley, larger than the one I had known, full of new sights and wonders. At other times, I suspected the tunnel went no further than the heart of the mountain, where the train would bury itself in rock and darkness forever, and all its passengers along with it. To dwell upon it seemed futile to me, as it would yield no answers to my questions without a boarding pass, and to ignore it completely was equally useless as my eventual passage was inevitable. I reasoned to myself that I would enjoy my hometown while I was there, treasure friends and family while I could, and board the train with dignity and bravery at the appointed time. And in so doing, I achieved some degree of transcendance out of childhood, and became slightly more prepared to ride the train that is death."

Books:

The Last Few Book's I've Read: Most Recent Is At The Top Of The List.

Heroes:

Chuck Schuldiner!Ray SteelLeo CastroTonya Wille