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Regal Sir Bad Assalot

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About Me

Well, I was raised on the mystical island of Atlantis by my demon father who sired me from the loins of an elvin prostitute (we don't talk about mommy much) where I was training to be the greatest Kahl, a ninja-type thing with wolverine-claws implanted into the skin of your hands! When I was 12 though I ran away because I found my village dull and too peaceful so I began my life as a mercanary/assassin/part-time babysitter and traveled the island. My plans to one day overtake Atlantis were ruined in my thirteenth year however, when the island was pulled back into the deep depths of the ocean. I managed to gain the favor of the volcanic goddess Pele through several trials of utmost DOOM and she safely embedded me into hardened lava in a state of suspended animation for countless years until eventually I was freed by a pair of magical werewolf inuit children who helped me move to California and insinuate myself into a modern-style household and implant false memories into the brains of my family members, where I wait until the time will be right to ressurect my sunken home and bring back the ones I lost!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

anyone.

My Blog

reflections echoes and lawn gnomes

And where will it finally end if there even is a line I can't see itinfinity to athousand to so near zero that it might as well be such good statistics did me theres a term but I cant bring myself to ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jun 2009 23:09:00 GMT

Its Very Real and Very Obsolete

Just One More Stupid Regret One more time to sayI told you soI told you soI told you soI told you so  so              many       damn                                     mistakes        I dont wanna b...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 23:11:00 GMT

Less Of It

And There                                  I See They Say                                       See-Saw  A Smile, imperfect, replaced by a smirkThe critics are angry and insist on returnBut there's so...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 01:01:00 GMT

first dimensional

Scattered thoughts, jumbled in my headso at home with the wreck and the debrisand the would-be-sins if only I had the attention spanor backbone to follow through  and all the while salvation beckonsre...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 00:51:00 GMT

nonsequitor..............except it is

I think there was something I wanted to show youBefore the last pieces of me slithered awayProtected Once MoreBy The Conveniant Shell of Melodramatic MusingsAnd the conviction that ultimately everythi...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 21:14:00 GMT

utter nonsense

The really funny thing about the difference between acceptance and understanding is that really acceptance doesn't mean a fucking thing until udnerstanding sets in and by then life has tihs magical wa...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 01:11:00 GMT

sense? wtf is that shit?

Poetry learned a new trick a while ago   or perhaps just a means of survival     or maybe even an outlet for all the masochistic tendancies       }after all it can't be a...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 22:37:00 GMT

slipping

can't let the words fail even as they're crumbling down     knowing that each time we lose more we become }that much{ closer to the edge     I don't want to jump please don't make ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 07:32:00 GMT

Thank god for duct tape

I can't find the words I need anymore     I can't hear the echo of who I am either and that parts just plain disturbing       }and I know its just the fear{   and its the...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 08:43:00 GMT

Wondering....

if I chose the right one between dark and light then what exactly right means   ~and why suddenly I want to cry~   and the part of myself that's detached     these ones aren't mine...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 19:50:00 GMT