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The Toast that makes you WEEP

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I am a twenty-one year old male living in The Colony, Tx... whereat I've resided my whole life. Here are some things I've done that stick out in my memory: -hit my brother squarely in the face with a snowball -backed into a cement truck... whilst driving another cement truck -read the autobiographical trilogy of Maxim Gorky -eaten mushrooms on the beach at night during a lightning-storm -shot several movies with my dearest friends -created a few drawings that I like, if only for personal reasons -made the Dean's List at community college, got my associates, and retriculated to UNT (where I am now) -co-authored a fifty page epic poem (about the Beatles) -I've buried small containers of my sperm around the community in the hopes of future reincarnation, or spiritual haunting -been in a cemetery on a snowy day -had sex in the woods at night -set a house on fire -had my life saved twice by a small mexican man -listened to the entire Temple Ov Psychick Youth Rally from 1988 -seen Angels of Light, Foetus, The Legendary Pink Dots, Squarepusher, Acid Mothers Temple, Rasputina, and others -been yelled at by a hooker and punched in the face by a black man -engendered a myspace band named NIGGER HOBO after a conversation about Camp Goddard. -read several of Harry Stephen Keeler's novels

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Maxim Gorky, Juan Lopez Moctezuma, Edward Ka-Spel... on myspace, I'm looking for: -people who like weird music -people who live near me, or if they live far away, will let me stay with them when I travel! -anyone who wants to be my friend for a REASON. Not just some kid looking to get 250 friends because his bitch-ass pal Jimmy has that many. And not some band pandering to me because they're SO sure I'd like their style of no-wave, hardcore punk music... bands like that are always so polite, they come off like salesmen and not the computer-based Philistines and dilletantes that they actually are. BE HARD. -Anyone named Michael Keaton

My Blog

no. 4465478832275672

And the sad thing is, no one cared about the Holocaust till Schindler's List came out. The seven jews that run the federal reserve probably pressured America into the war so their necks would be safe....
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 07:58:00 GMT

GET THE CROOKS!

"Jim, the moon's looking mighty heavy tonight.  I figure if we get over to the Matthew's place, and park in those low bushes-- the ones that run up along the sides of the drive, you know?-- then ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 16:55:00 GMT

GEDET SEDELMOTE

Mark Deutsch's Matrix von die Hinterland Initial Response This story had a unique kind of colloquialism about it, with all the words that ended with "---'d". Some of them were entirely superfluous, h...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 21:48:00 GMT

NGIGER

Sorry, this one's empty.  Just liked the word.
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 15:11:00 GMT

The sycamore trees wilted gently under the sunlight, nodding...

The sycamore trees wilted gently under the sunlight, nodding gently toward the wooded clearing where beach men danced with disco babes in an unending fight to remember this night.
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 13:28:00 GMT

SNEAO (ZWAET)

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Well goddamn, instead of doing my homework I made a song with my brother. UNSAFE! Albert went to bed last night with doors and windows locked up tight.  He pulled the co...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 10:23:00 GMT

AMIDST THE SOILY SHORES

Weeds, grating, soil, wind, trees, grass, fence, brick, wood, candles, metal.  Body-baskets, corpse-cradles, yeah Jimmy... that's the place that somufus wind up.  Kinda odd, to lay there on ...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 17:05:00 GMT

JIT! AYE! FIE! DAMP!

DON'T READ THIS UNLESS YOU'VE READ EVERYTHING ELSE. DON'T READ THIS UNLESS YOU'VE READ EVERYTHING ELSE. THERE IS A VARMINT LOOSE WHO HAS ATE TWO CHICKENS FROM MY YARD AND I WANT HIM DEAD. Finally, fi...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 09:53:00 GMT

my eyes are burnt out. I want to comb my hair with your smile.... finger me!!!

That's what she said to me as she laid there like a dummy.  Her flannel shirt poking through with newspaper; I really wanted to tear open those pants and see what kind of hole was in there. ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 21:46:00 GMT

INSTANTANO CURRICULUM .442.84562542552

"Wish I had more STINGOS!"  Pete was laughing at my shirt.  His burly hands rubbed me up and down, and his pretzel breath came out in quiet hums.  "Bronny, you've got some funny tastes....
Posted by on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 20:59:00 GMT