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About Me

"The player haters ball gives us an oppurtunity to hate on a diversary of markass marks, trickass marks, punk bitches, and skip skaps, skanks, and scallywags...hoes, heffers, he ha's, and hulyhoops..." -Silky Johnson
"DONT GET THE ART CONFUSED WITH THE ARTIST"
a prophet. a poet. a player of music
a comedian. an artist. an entertainer
profressional string breaker
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I was born in the 80s but my soul is a child of the 70s. I am a self-proclaimed 'old soul.' Part of the Original Hellraisers on the Hill. At times the Hawaiian version of Jack Black. Im from the homestead where you have to be at least 50% Hawaiian and 45% activist. A firm believer in the saying "The universe tends to unfold as it should." I once got a fortune cookie that said "You love the spotlight--become an entertainer" and havent looked back since. Im not smart...just smarter than you. Smart-ass remarks, inappropriate comments, and random behavior are my forte. I sing better when I've had a few. If you dont like me, its probably because I youre the butt of my jokes. Music is my gift, procrastination is my curse.i scheme...dream...and everything in between.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

old friends and new enemies. People who realize that there's more to life than green bottles and bad grammar.

I would also like to meet the people who rant in front of webcams and puts the video on you tube so I can kick them in the teeth. Then I would also like to meet the people who watch those videos and punch them in the throat.

My Blog

Quote of the day

i was talking with my friend and this just came to me..."how much times do you have to be fed bullshit before you remember what it tastes like?"
Posted by on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 01:54:00 GMT

wasted...

"id rather 'waste my time' than waste my life trying to convinve myself that im love with all the wrong things...."i grew up the "day my world fell apart"
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jan 2006 15:51:00 GMT

50 kilos!?

"So in the end, was it worth it? How irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last days of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I'll grant you I've had...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Oct 2005 16:43:00 GMT

a poet named...

I offer images- I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached- like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors, we can't drag people through. I can't free them...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Oct 2004 13:06:00 GMT