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About Me

length is the first dimension. width is the second. height is the third. The three of these elements combined in harmony produce space. If we multiply space by one more element, then we have time. Space is infinite. Time is linear. The universe is infinite. Some say circular. Therefore, we can safely assume that if we run fast enough in a straight line, eventually, we will arrive at our starting location. By habit, you'll be running in vain. Nothing is faster than the speed of light, and in order for this theory to work, your speed would have to be infinite. Matter tells space-time how to bend, sway, rock, dip, depress, impress, etc..etc..ad nauseum. Here I am. Can you feel space-time curve around me? toward me? away from me? My presence can be felt in all 3 dimensions. But my time is linear. My time can never be regained again. Time is money. Time is precious. Time will tell. Time heals all wounds. My time is valuable. My time is money. My time is blood.
Lemme give you two stabs, baby. 1. I stab your boyfriend. 2. I stab you.

My Interests

I love peace and quiet. I love mindless racket. I love the moon and the sun, but not when either of them shine incessantly in my eyes while I'm trying to sleep.

I'd like to meet:

So for the first four months it was bad. And certainly best for you that I didn't carry a gun or know where you lay your head at night. And it was not her as everyone had thought. But you, how easily you were able to turn away from all that we were. Those things that you said. Admit it, your words they came as cheap as your breath. And with even less meaning, you selfish fuck. The next time that you tell me that you love me please look me in the eye so that I can see the twitch. And I will fight to keep my balance. Pray to hold my temper. Ten years of history traded away for a nickel and the world's most crooked grin. You would not know 'nobility' if it jumped right up and punched you in the face. And this rock won't turn to a butterfly no matter how hard I squeeze. But I will face it while you look the other way. Face it. (Always facing it) I believe that it's the only way. So many moments wasted on you and this rage. Waiting for the dust to settle. Or these tears to dry or the axe to fall. Something has got to give.--"Fuck What You Heard"--Bane By the way, I'm in love with this man. He's my man crush. I'm not gay, I'm just awestruck by the intelligence and sexual prowess of this individual. Doctor Gary Smith "This is my therapy. You breathe life into me."

Music:

Cryptopsy makes me want to play football. Ska makes me want to punch people. Cradle makes me want to molest little transylvanian boys. Jackie Wilson makes me want to give it to some whore really good. Left alone makes me want to manifest a drinking problem, just so I can blame it on all my failed relationships. SFU makes me want to drink blood and eat babies. If music doesn't make you feel anything, it probably isn't worth a shit. And then you should go kill yourself and do the rest of us a favor.

Movies:

They dubbed "transformers," the most original movie of the year. I'm old enough to know that the movie was based on comic books and a cartoon show. If that's originality, then I guess I'll have to settle my qualms with hollywood. It was the best damn movie I've seen in a long time. It made me feel like a kid again. Not many things in this world can do that.

Television:

I finally have cable. They never show enough cartoons to quell my insatiable appetite for animated absurdity. Tune in to "the universe," on the history channel. It will change your life. Every tuesday at 9.

Books:

I'm currently adding the Ender Wiggins' saga to my repetoir of epic novels. Next, I have to finish the Dark Tower series by stephen king. So many people are trying to goad me into reading the Harry Potter books. I'm not really prepared to enter that realm of nerddom just yet.

Heroes:

Charleton Heston. Satan. Jesus. Me. John Cardiel. Peter Smolik, Tim Brauch R.I.P, everyone who's dead and didn't deserve it but didn't know any better, Red Foxx, Mom, Curtis Hsiang, Phil Shao, Tim Brauch again, Stepen Hawking, Hajime Sorayama, Marcus Gray, Lance Corporal James Blake Miller, Amanda Baggs, Google these people fer chrissakes!!!

My Blog

I want ice cream

I rides the wind on a chariot made of rot. Haggard vultures with jaundice eyes signal my fanfare; the call of carnage and terror. I loves the battle, like drunken harlots love my sword. Half-spoilt, m...
Posted by The Savage on Fri, 30 May 2008 12:55:00 PST

I needs inspiration, yo.

Sara awoke with the sour taste of bile in her throat. She licked her teeth, and the taste of her own plaque made her want to puke some more. She stood up, but her legs gave way, and it felt as though ...
Posted by The Savage on Tue, 27 May 2008 03:40:00 PST

Cunnilingus Maximus

He is the King of Suffering. The Duke of Pain. The Maestro of Murder. The composer and conductor to the symposium of rape. His hands are deft and adequate, and they speak in a...
Posted by The Savage on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 02:00:00 PST

Yall

I want to eat your goddamn brains. I want to fuck with your brain. Gimme your talents. Gimee your goddamn skills. Cough up your muthafuckin knowledge. I'll kill a bitch, yo. Just like that nigga in He...
Posted by The Savage on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 01:07:00 PST

sucka niggas

Rub my back. See me look out the window. I've got dreams. Big dreams. And they're out there. And I'm fuckin' ruthless. You're either with me, or you'll get left behind. Because nothing can stop me. &n...
Posted by The Savage on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 02:44:00 PST

Meep, she says

I worship satan. Not in a sense that I believe in killing babies and drinking their blood. In every country, there is a political war going on. Parties vying for the throne, mudslinging, schmear campa...
Posted by The Savage on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 06:23:00 PST

this pain and suffrage (i stole that. not creative at all)

All living things suffer. Siddartha Gautama was right. Suffering is the result of desire. Desire leads to suffering, He was wrong, however, in a sense that desire is a negative thing. As said before, ...
Posted by The Savage on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 06:51:00 PST

food for thought

It's not enough to just exist. Monkeys exist. Phytoplankton exist. Thermophiles exist. Why? For fun? No. They exist for survival. All living things on this floating rock we live on compete for space. ...
Posted by The Savage on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 10:52:00 PST

Axel Risen

My baby's breath smells like rotting flesh. Her kisses taste like bile. My lady's God-cut feels like safety pins through my dick. Her fingers wrap around me like a noose. My stomach reeks of her guts,...
Posted by The Savage on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 08:22:00 PST

Get it, he eats feti. Get it? No you don’t.

Let me redirect you to a different channel. These ones have way too many users on them already. Neural sensory output boards seem to be reading at maximum capacity while only putting out about 10 curi...
Posted by The Savage on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 10:38:00 PST