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About Me


You are Superman Superman 95% The Flash 85% Hulk 75% Supergirl 70% Robin 70% Spider-Man 65% Green Lantern 65% Iron Man 65% Catwoman 60% Wonder Woman 55% Batman 50% You are mild-mannered, good,
strong and you love to help others.
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______________________________________Small, simple, safe price Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals And I am not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything, Especially a fucking knife!
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WRESTLERS: Are the strongest fastest & smartest athletes in the world. But that's not what makes them unique. They are the MOST dedicated people in the world. They sacrifice their lives to a sport of fighting. Where practice is 3 hours of lifting & throwing & conditioning. 3 hours of a literal street brawl. They can't party & get drunk because making weight on Saturday won't allow it. They cant go smoke after school cause they worked to damn hard to get into shape. They have no time out on the mat with them to help get past an opponent. They stand on a mat with all eyes on them, alone, no one to fall back on when they make a mistake, no safety to make the tackle, and no goaly to make a diving save. They are the leanest meanest & strongest in the world. This is a tribute to all those who sacrifice everything, their free time, their food, and most importantly their life. Why would someone work so hard, until they are puking at practice, sweating in 3 layers and a sauna suit or skipping that badass party? Or why would they induce the blood, sweat, and tears? Or the early morning runs, or mid day workouts or the extra run after practice to lose that last pound to make weight. The road in wrestling always ends in tears. The one that takes 2nd cries because there dreams are over & the one that wins it all cries more than anybody because finaly everything that they have worked for mentioned is finally worth while. Wrestlers will wrestle through anything because they are fucking wrestlers. And greatness walks right with the word wrestler. I salute all who commit there life to something greater, something bigger than themselves. Wrestlers dont do wrestling cause they like it, you would be crazy to like to beat yourself up on a daily basis, & get beaten up by teammates and opponents just as much. Yet there are the few who love it, they do it cause they were born to. These wrestlers I applaud. There is no future in wrestling, no pro league, no million dollar contract. Just a dream to be great. Wrestling is not a sport, its a lifestyle.
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Top Ten Reasons To Date a Wrestler
10. Knows how to ride
9. Never stalls on the bottom
8. Can score from any position
7. Knows how to use his hips
6. Can work a 2-on-1
5. Goes hard from start to finish
4. Endurance, endurance, endurance.
3. Knows when to push and pull
2. Will eat anything
1. Always wears his headgear
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My Blog

Hard to Say

The Used   The singer finished singing and she's walking outThe singer sheds a tear, her fear of falling outAnd it's hard to say how I feel todayFor years gone by and I criedIt's hard to say that...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 14:57:00 GMT

Hands Down

Dashboard Confessional   Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep,this air is blessed, you share with me.This night is wild, so calm and dull,these hearts they race from self control.Your legs are...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 12:36:00 GMT

Deadbolt

Thrice   when deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams,at four in the morning you know where I'll be.out running red lights asleep at the wheel.the sirens feed my nightmares,I just close my eyes a...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 12:32:00 GMT

Stare at the Sun

Thrice I sit here clutching useless listsAnd keys for doors that don't existI crack my teeth on pearlsI tear into the historyShow me what it means to me in this worldYeah in this world'Cause I am due ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 12:27:00 GMT

For Miles

Thrice I know one day, all our scars will disappear, like the stars at dawnand all of our pain, will fade away when morning comesand on that day when we look backwards we will see, that everything is ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 16:48:00 GMT

Blood to Bleed

Rise Against Within my bones this resonatesBoiling blood will circulateCould you tell me again what you did this for?"I don't love you anymore" is all I remember you telling meNever have I felt so col...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 16:46:00 GMT

Swallow the Knife

  Story of the Year So our open wounds will bleedUntil our veins run dryNow we have to take this thornAnd tear it from our sideAgitated at the fault lineStill agreed to disagreeYour connected to ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 16:46:00 GMT