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baron von karate.

About Me


"Where do you move when all you're moving from, is yourself?"

I don't care about your tuffxcorex persona.Just give me some substance for once. I'll listen, I swear.
I am an avid lover of nice people, real people, smart people, funny people. But, on the other hand, I really don't like people all that much.

I am filled with lots of useless information, usually stemming from watching entirely too much Discovery Channel. I wait for the perfect conversation to show off my skills. Like a crouching tiger, except less vicious and instead of a massacre, you now know how butterflies taste. (with their feet.)
I'm tired of sitting back and watching the rape and murder of the English language. I'm doing my small part to save it, and when it dies, I'll be at its funeral.

ANIMAL LIBERATION!
PUNCTUATE!
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I love Modest Mouse. Wear a Modest Mouse shirt and have a friendly disposition, I will give you the best highfive of your life.
I someday want to visit/live in Reykjavik, Iceland, simply because I enjoy the way the word is spelt.
I can live off of Miso soup.
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My Interests

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My Blog

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In a city full of strangers, I recognize every face.This place is my home, every crack in the sidewalk,ever shard of glass in the streets.This city speaks to me like no one ever could.Caresses me like...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 09:14:00 GMT

You know who you are.

So, in light of some shitty things going on, or more so, shitty people. I would like to say, that that person is missing out, and that other person has no personality beyond her myspace page. That sce...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 16:05:00 GMT

Shitty poetry, or something of the sort.

I write mean shit, like Edgar Allan Poe,So ask the floorboardsjust how I speak to the crows,They say the heart is in the floorboards,but I already know,from this creaking in my head, now I'm ready to ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 08:41:00 GMT

I wrote this for a boy<3

Drunk in a bedroomI stumble over words.I trip and fall overthe complexitiesof verbs and nouns.Colors and sounds.The lights in my eyes are so dim nowYou made them so bright.Tonight I will drink too muc...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Aug 2008 23:58:00 GMT

Call of the homeless

So, this is a poemy..thing I wrote at the bus stop last night.The call of the homeless."Fuck you!"To no one.Seemingly.Maybe it's to me.Or god. Or someone who used to care."Fuck you!"To cops or passerb...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 13:02:00 GMT