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About Me

I enjoy peeing, painkillers and ping pong. having been grade 8 at piano, harp and organ at age three, i soon became disillusioned with the classical music world and vatican concerts, and retired to live with wolves in the wilderness. there I learnt the secrets of perpetual motion, the formula for sod's law, the chinese language,can control, and how to kill a man with a one inch punch. additional to my knowledge of three thousand types of knots and habit of knitting hammocks in under thirteen minutes, i also like to save kittens from imminent death. I have eaten monkey. living in the harsh andean mountains for three months, i learnt to revive clinically dead women by tongue alone while simultaneously cooking coq au vin in a blizzard on a gas stove. skilled in the arts of heart-surgery-with-wire-hangers, making tea for forty-seven irish priests, and bringing a woman to orgasm faster than their mother can run up the stairs (allowing for hip replacements), in my spare time i relax by performing sonatas with the legs of wasps and taking vomit-inducing hallucinogens in the peruvian jungle with deaf children (i am fluent in three country's sign language). i don't sweat and my breath always smells like little children covered in talcum powder, just out of the bath. i can drink three quarts of jack daniels and still beat paula fucking radcliffe in a ten thousand metre sprint.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I stand alone Burned every bridge over the troubled water. No longer hiding from my personality disorder A stronger tide is coming and I've been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner. I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals, A forgotten rebel. Passed through the absence of parentally hands, to develop an evident level of benevolence so it's probably better I sold my sold to the.... Devil! This is a message to anyone I meet that thinks they know me. Don't pretend to understand any of the issues that I'm holding! I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts. Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear that I might go nuts this year! If I don't swell up I'll see you on my way. One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK. I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate! I don't fucking love the things I do, I just use them to escape! I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face, and putting a bullet in my fucking head to leave the human race. Everything takes its toll but there's no more tolls I can take. I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake. Introducing the corroded bumps I had behind my smile. I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now, And keeps me down, stealing all my energy. I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity, Not dealing with my tendencies. I peel the skin of your oura, and then I squeeze it's cold vein.The real imprinted Hanse's disease. Not human in this century, I'm ill until the entity. Who built this penitentiary, It's filthy as a centipede, And guilt was in her sense cause she wasn't willing to just let me breathe, While I wore my game face. In 10 years don't check for me! I'll be in the same place. This planet is just an overpopulated mental hospital. Each zombie walks around and, constitutes another obstacle So here it is. I'm finally coming out my shell. All 25 years of my life i have been in conflict with myself I'm not insecure by every facet of my existance. From my addictions, to the conditions I choose to live in. Who you tryin'kidd? I suffer from excess anxiety! A product of pollution in American society. Stare into my eyes, and see the hell that burns inside my mind, and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind. I've been trying disregarding my insanity! Every form of hurt isolates me from humanity. it's provoked against being force fed. so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years of headaches from my peers. Cause now I realize, I could have learned more on my own! They taught me how to know everything except my soul. Which is everything I need to grow. Everything that keeps me whole. Everything that ever meant anything to me! So I leave with golden hope, to rip the breast that holds my focus, but the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains. It doesn't matter if your chain is 15 ft. or 100 ft. The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains. So people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me Good, I never liked you! OUR FRIENDSHIP WAS MAKE BELEIVE! I'm peeling the mask back, and revealing the rap thespian. Feeling my organs drilling, distorted short portions, of morbid acid. Keeps the torture unfortunately crafted. Interests to orbit my portrait, and inflict my image with disorder. The minutes get shorter. the walls start to close in. It Feels like my brain is hanging on...with clothes pins. I've hidden in the darkness for much too long. I make it look all right, but in the inside its so wrong. I want life to change, but I don't know if it can? for a man, or a machine, or whatever the fuck I am! I STAND ALONE!!! I've burned every bridge over my troubled waters.No longer hiding from my personality disorders. If You want to die in my life, then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner. Cause even my Shadows have Shadows, and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding me. I scream my dreams away, but they keep on defeating me! Because Even my Shadows have Shadows. Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor, Who murdered his childhood, to stop the audience's laughter Even my Shadows have Shadows. I'm about to break free from my fears. When I don't like what I see.And I can't feel what I hear. Even my Shadows have Shadows. So don't judge a book by it's cover. Cause my story is just as fucked up as any other!

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