I guess I am to tell you of my being on this myspace thing. Well to tell you the truth i don't want to be here, but given the pressure that I am under I will do my best. My name is Ariel Justin Cain!! I am currently ingagded(spelt wrong) to Elizabeth Ayres. I am 18 years old and I am also a lead welder for JV piping. THAT IS FUCKING AMAZING. And that is all BITCHES... .. .... ....
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look at this picture alex aka whittie M. he is a true homie. and john you are just so sexy in your tight pants. and last but not last is little ryan i love you man. and also i gots to include candace. on the other hand back in h-town is pickle. I must say that i am now engadged to elizabeth ayres.
POem The Evil in a Mirror By: Ariel Cain December 18, 2006
Look in the mirror, Do you like what you see? Are you afraid, Of what It could be?
Do you try to fix, Or improve the reflection? Or do you just tamper, Until you get that impression?
Make up don’t cover, The bruises and scrapes? Or do you just want, To make them go away?
Try as you might, They are there. And you are still there, Stuck in a mirror?
As you layer it on, The more it hurts? Taking the physical, But the emotional pain is worse?
You should have left, But you choose not to? Now stare in the mirror, At the black and the blue.
Now deal with the pain, And the horror. As you stand helplessly, Lost in a mirror
But you walk away, And your face is fine. What was the problem, Was it your eyes?
You hate yourself, And the reflection in the mirror? But as you listen, The truth becomes clearer.
So dark with beauty, And so marked with greed. That you stare into the mirror, And hate what you see.
The mirror is evil, The mirror is twisted. The mirror took away, The beauty that you were given.
So try again, To try and look great. But in the mirror, You are a fake.
The more makeup you put on, Is the more beauty that leaves. And now when they look, You are not what they see.
They see someone, That is hurting inside. And hates the real beauty, That is divine.
So stop with the lying, That is not who you are. The real beauty is within, And I know this for sure.
So I ask you please, Stop hating yourself. And use the real beauty, That you have been dealt.
Stay away from the mirror, I am asking you please. I want you to know, You are beautiful to me.
This poem goes out to any person that thinks it takes make up or any type of enhancer to make them beautiful. Thank you for your time.
JUGGALO VS. FRIEND--
Friend: Calls your parents "Mr." or "Mrs."
Juggalo: Call your parents "Mom" or "Dad."
Friend: Has never seen you cry.
Juggalo: Has the best shoulder to cry on.
Friend: Asks you for your number.
Juggalo: Asks you for their number.
Friend: Will leave you hanging to be with a crowd.
Juggalo: Always has your back.
Friend: Runs for help in a fight.
Juggalo: Jumps in the fight to help.
Friend: Will bail your stale ass out of Jail.
Juggalo: Will be sittin' right next to you saying "That was fucking awesome!"
Friend: Will help you move out of a house.
Juggalo: Will help you move a dead body out of the house.
Friend: Bums you a cigarette
Juggalo: Bums you his last pack
Friend: Is there when you need them
Juggalo: Is there even when you dont need them
Friend: Gets drunk at a party and pukes on your carpet
Juggalo: Feels worse than you do about puking on your carpet in the morning
Friend: Hides you from the cops
Juggalo: Is probably the reason the cops are after you in the first place
Friend: Lets you make an ass out of yourself in public
Juggalo: Is up there with you making an ass out of themselves too
Friend: Likes you cause your always doing stupid shit
Juggalo: Loves you even though you do stupid shit
Friend: Is shocked to find out your actually gay
Juggalo: Already knew but really could care less
Friend: Doesn't tell anyone if you kill the guy who tried to kill you
Juggalo: Helped you kill that asshole
Friend: Comes with you to your moms funeral
Juggalo: Cries with you at your moms funeral
Friend: Tells you when his parents doesnt want him to hang out with you any more
Juggalo: Laughs in his parents faces for saying that
Friends: Fade
Juggalos: Are 4 Ever
Pass this shit on to all your juggalo homies Whoop! Whoop!!...Ninja..Wut.! mmfwjcl
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So now we are at the end. I wonder curiously what you think of me. Are you shocked, scared, amazed, disgusted, or do you just not know. Well be assured I DON'T CARE.