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Aam[Ay-um] the man behind the lens[will ruin you]

I am here for Friends

About Me

Well..

I am Adam.

I destroy lives.

I am such a creep.

I like to party. Alot.

I am a king amongst peasants.

I hear that I am a crazy person.

I am nothing you think I am.

I like picture taking.

I am a traveler.

I like music.

I am me.

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone who has the ability to keep up with me and can deal with my crap. Someone who actually understands how the thing inside my head works.

My Blog

So it is.

I am happier than I have been in years, and I really have not done anything for two weeks.For days on end I have been hanging out with my family. No, not of blood, but my friends. Sure, we've done not...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 21:32:00 GMT

Cops

Your probly thinking "Ooohh fancy, Aam had a run-in with the Po-po and he's gonna tell us about it."Well, your wrong. I hate to dissapoint, but it's not about that.I was just wondering, and if you hav...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 20:15:00 GMT

Think fast, act faster.

Hangin by this small cotton thread-Just hopin I will find the right, words to be said.Since the first time you caught my eye-You've choked me up just like a pulled, too tightly tie.You got me captivat...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 20:16:00 GMT

Chicago was so two years ago? How about my happiness.

I miss everyone I used to see all the time at shows in Butler.I also miss hugging them too.I miss how things were 2, 3, 4 years ago.  We were all happy, and all still friends.  The only thin...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 20:11:00 GMT

The mess

The past, the present, the future.  They all hold their own problems, thier own jems of joy and happiness.What was lost, is had, and will be had.  They all have their memories/hopes of happi...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 12:34:00 GMT

Lonliness

It's a still and quiet afternoon. The sun is out, and clouds sparatically dot the azure sky. It is amazing.He is lying unconscious and half-dead on the kitchen floor in a puddle of blood, vomit, alc...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 14:43:00 GMT

Wanted: Profesional Decoder

I'm to sick of misinterpretation anymore. Things being said are not what they mean and what they mean are not what I understand them to be. I always feel that there are subtleties in words spoken, ye...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 08:22:00 GMT

To be in love

Ah to be in love. What a wonderful feeling. When the one with whom all of your thoughts are about is around, you feel as light as helium. Everything you want to say or do is erased in their presence: ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 09:15:00 GMT

Me, Myself, and Jed

Well I'm talkin to myself again,I will not leave myself alone.I argue about everything,So I tell myself to just go home.But I left that place a mess and I knowThat is somewhere I Cant Go.So I ask myse...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 15:57:00 GMT

The weight of regrets

The cold air from the AC keeps him underneath what seems a mountain of blankets. The same song plays over and over on the CD player, keeping him in that one moment, lost forever. Like a movie on loop,...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 22:38:00 GMT