My daughter, Kaylin, playin' the guitar, writing, hackysack, Coffee, skateboarding, astrojax, drinkin', hanging out w/friends, music and meeting new people like you! Dont be shy, no poop involved. I adopted a decrepid zombie fetus from Fetusmart! fetus... Yum!
Invader Zim, Calvin & Hobbes, Pinky and the Brain, Happy Noodle Boy, Beetlejuice, and anybody else who was created from imagination to portray funny, sinical intellectuals who want nothing more than to overthrow the world. Unfortunatly, I'll have to settle with god... Create or get your
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ECLECTIC! What else do you expect from a supreme bieng such as myself? I AM ZIM! OK. Acknowledgement shall go to Frontline Assembly, KMFDM, System Of A Down, Bad Religion, Sublime, Cake, Mozart, The Killers, Skinny Puppy, Flogging Molly, Jack Johnson, PIG, The Beatles, ZOX, Tool, Afro Man, Leather Strip, Bach, Eminem, Blues Travalers, Lords Of Acid, Ill Mitch, Deleriums "Karma" album, The Foo Fighters, Johnny Cash, Celtic and Irish music, Nine Inch Nails, Tom Petty, Frank Sinatra, Oasis, The Bloodhond Gang, Mindless Self Indulgence, Metallica (old and new), Wesley Willis, Pink Floyd, Chemical Brothers, Goldfinger, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, Tracy Chapman, The Gorrillaz, Bagpipes, and Marilyn Manson. My ears are always open to new shiite... except when sleeping, porking, or major headach...ing. Favorite genres: Techno/Industrial, alternative, Funk/Reggae. Favorite hated genres: kristian, and kunt-ry. A little Mcgraw aint bad, but neither are potatoes!.. OK, potatoes are a hell of a lot cooler.
Anything with Zombies in it. Theyre sooo cute grabbing for brains like a wood-chipper wanting trees.Dont ya think? All the killing gets me excited! Mass genocide!
No More TV. Wastes the time you could have while your actually awake, zombie. Yeah, you.
Ahh, yes. The foundation in which all knowledge is written. Dont believe every thing you read. Favorite books? The Satanic Bible and The Celestine Prophecies. Religious? NO! Spiritual? F#ck yes. I am my own god if you ask me. Bow down!... and give me your money, b%tches!
THE ONE THAT LOOKS BACK AT ME FROM THE MIRROR, THAT HE WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER OFF, TO DISSAPEAR IN THE MIDST AND REAPEAR IN THE END, THAT HE FEELS NOTHING, BUT SOMEHOW FINDS IT AMUSING TO WHATCH ME PEE.