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ADAM

ChANgE buILDS CHarACtER...

About Me

I LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY UR SUPPOSED TOO. THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE.VIP4LIFE BITCHES... ABCa src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/fwlimages/fwlbut tonlatest.gif" border="0" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmZyZWV3ZWJsYX lvdXRzLm5ldC8/Y2F0PW15c3BhY2VmYXNoaW9uJmlkPTQzOCZzPW5v" /Y2F0PW15c3BhY2VmYXNoaW9uJmlkPTQzOCZzPW5v"

My Interests

I HAVE SEEN ALMOST EVERY MOVIE IMAGINABLE, I'M A POOL SHARK THAT ALSO PLAYS POKER, DARTS & BACKGAMMON. I LOVE HOLLYWOOD AND ALL ITS CRAZY WAYS. BIG FAN OF DEEP SEA FISHING, EXPLORING, HIKING, STAYING FIT, HOT SEX, SAILING INTO THE SUNSET, UFC, AND MOST OF ALL SURFING!!! LIFE IS WHAT U MAKE IT SO I DECIDED TO MAKE MINE FUN. SMILE BITCHES!!!

Music:



Movies:

THE OUTSIDERS

Television:

GET OUTSIDE OF THE BOX AND TAKE UR DOG FOR A WALK

Books:

THE CRUNCHtoo much too littletoo fat too thin or nobody.laughter or tearshaters loversstrangers with faces like the backs of thumb tacksarmies running through streets of blood waving winebottles bayoneting and fucking virgins.an old guy in a cheap room with a photograph of M. Monroe.there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clockpeople so tired mutilated either by love or no love.people just are not good to each other one on one.the rich are not good to the rich the poor are not good to the poor.we are afraid.our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winnersit hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides.or the terror of one person aching in one place aloneuntouched unspoken towatering a plant.people are not good to each other. people are not good to each other. people are not good to each other.I suppose they never will be. I don't ask them to be.but sometimes I think about it.the beads will swing the clouds will cloud and the killer will behead the child like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.too much too littletoo fat too thin or nobodymore haters than lovers.people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.meanwhile I look at young girls stems flowers of chance.there must be a way.surely there must be a way that we have not yet though of.who put this brain inside of me?it cries it demands it says that there is a chance.it will not say "no."Charles Bukowski

Heroes:

THOSE WHO SAVE LIVES AND ACT LIKE IT WAS A WALK IN THE PARK