Holy man come and worship me
I am all that you ever wanted to be
I'm the life of indulgence you never knew
The epitome of evil shining through
i can be your best friend, or your worst enemy
i sucked at school
im a college drop-out
to all the girls reading this, your parents will probably hate me
when i like you, you know it
when i dislike you, you know it
some people think i am pure evil
others think i am a nice dude
i guess i can be both
i have a very morbid sense of humor
i hate the sun, i wish the beauty of the night would stay all day
i curse alot
i drink too much
i am impatient as hell
i live for my friends and family. even though i would like a certain family member to stop being stupid and come back into my life...
i love metal
E-3
i drink to get rid of hang-overs
i can be loud and the things i say are alot of the time pretty offensive
i love BBQs
i sing for a metal band - visions of
i appreciate the simple things in life
it takes alot to get me mad
im probably one of the most laid back people you will ever meet
but one of the hardest to calm down when i get going
i have nightmares every time i sleep
i have a dark side to me that shows through more and more everyday
i love my job, even though i bitch about it all the time
i love sex, alot.
im bad at calling people back/writing back
ive been single for a long ass time and i would like to keep it that way for the time being
i guess you could say im waiting for a girl to come around that is everything im looking for
i wont settle for less than what i think i deserve.
I HATE LAST CALL
i guess the moral of it all is im up-front about myself, good and bad. love me or leave me, fuckers
how can you live afraid to fucking fight?
I'd rather die that be a coward all my life
don't preach about peace
cause it just seems like fear to me
gotta love jack -
"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? ...I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom... you curse the marines... You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."
