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gone snowboarding

Pizza delivery's my career...Real Estate's just a hobby.

About Me

I think i have coined a saying. "It's just puke on the boot!" Or maybe, "It's puke on the boot man." I dont know, something like that. I think it is a combination in both lyrical style as well as analogical meaning of the two sayings, "Its just water under the bridge" and "A bridge over troubled water." In laymans terms, "You're screwed... SO FORGET ABOUT IT!"(joey buttafooko style) ha!
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My Interests

Travelling, travelling, and travelling! KAR-A-OKE, dancing, delivering pizza, Playing guitar, time, any religion; but mainly Christianity, and Islam. Construction, listening, talking, listening and talking with Kristen. Any language; especially Spanish, Arabic, & Sign Language. People, different cultures, nature, sleeping outside, sleeping naked(not outside), sleeping on the beach, the ocean, the jungle, silence, noise, road trips, hawaii, friends, pizza, women, asian clothing, hard rain, soft rain, fog, my dog-nena, mexico, shisha, brewing wine, different beliefs and world views, making movies, writing, how mechanical things operate, the human body, outer space, and me...self evaluation, self correction, and self motivation. I'm sure you will read it in my book!

I'd like to meet:

Right now I believe I am in the mood to meet with Kahlil Gibran. His book, The Prophet, is one of my favorite books. I have been told that it is the second most read book in the world; falling in at a close second only to the Bible. The prophet is not a hard read but it tackles a lot of lifes questions with proverbial styled answers. Not to mention, his artwork is very, very, interesting. All I have to say is, "wow." It is one of the few books that he ever had published in English, which means that the majority of his works are in Arabic, his native tongue. I look forward to the day that I will be fluent in Arabic so I so that I will be able to read his other works. He was raised in a quiet valley town located in the mountains of Lebanon and grew up in an environment that is very majestic. The Lebanon Mountains run parallel to the eastern edge of the Mediterranean and are world renown by world travellers and historians alike. I cannot wait to travel through the Middle East and visit Lebanon, as well as the town that Kahlil grew up in. I hope this inspires you to possibly read some of his works. And even if you are not fluent in Arabic, dont worry, because his works have been translated into many, many, languages.
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Music:

what is music?.. MilesBeyond Rules!!!!!! The German girls really dig a blue mohawk! Third Day... Not for the timid.

Movies:

My pizza delivery documetary.

Books:

The Prophet, War and Anti-war, The Bible, The Quran, The Worlds Greatest Salesman.

Heroes:

Dave Fink

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everyone else but me

I can see the ways that the people crumble,and I can feel the breeze as I watch you stumble,they just want feel, feel you up girl,and how can you deny, when my actions falter...she'll pull you out, bu...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 11:54:00 PST

Next of kin

write it down...tic, tic, tic...spell it out...bit, by, bit...yell it loud...spit, spit, spit...spin me round...hit, hit, hit... Love can be so elusive,and the pain of it is just plain abusive,On...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:49:00 PST

leave a little room

I would rather ruin your tomorrow,than waste our tonight.you could wallow around in sorrow,because I just might,turn around n' leave,or maybe I'll just leave a little room,either way my love...It'll b...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 09:36:00 PST

whiskey smoke

I've burned my voice with whiskey smoke,but still I cry out, still I sing.Everyones got a number,Everyones got an ID.But why can't you tell its me? At times I can seen into the night,and at other time...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 09:16:00 PST

Sensual Pain

Sometimes I forget,how pain has passed me by.How an aching heart,can bring a painful sigh.And how good times and bad times,have passed me by.Oh Love, where is your tingleOh hate, where is your stingan...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 08:43:00 PST

Love

Love Love is something given and accepted,a gift not broken or demanded.It can be sought out or rejected,a flower nurtured or neglected. But how will we be effected. It can be seen in the eyes,felt in...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 08:39:00 PST

dead

I can't believe, what you said,I can't believe, what I've been,And I, And I, And I...Can't believe...you're in my...My.... You're...Mad. Listen, to what i said,you can't be...InIn...My head. You said ...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 11:22:00 PST

Black, Gray, and White

Who shall know,and who will tell me,of the sickening madness,hanging sweet on the tree.The butterfly dances,as the bee wages war,all the meanwhile,the flowers moan for more.It's where the soul me...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 11:43:00 PST

We are here to take over the world

We are here to take over the world We live by the sword but we die by the pen,we're the boys women love, with the strength of a man,A land filled with sorrow is slipping away,will the king l...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 03:16:00 PST

tears of remorse

I look to the past as it slips through my fingers,it moves ever so fast,as a memory slowly lingers. black root dye stains these hands,sins left long, hard, and cold as dew sprinkled sand.Fr...
Posted by gone snowboarding on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 01:08:00 PST