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About Me

The USMC is over 223 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater, our mother was an M-16 and our father was the devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life.I am a rough looking, roving soldier of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and I do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am a green, amphibious monster made of blood and guts who arose from the sea, festering on anti-Americans throughout the globe. Whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I will die a glorious death on the battle field, giving my life to mom, the Corps, and the American flag.We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the 7th day, while God rested, we over-ran his perimeter, stole the globe, and we've been running the show ever since.We live like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the hell out of both of them. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, MARINE BY GOD!!!Just have fun, if its something you dont like fuck it.
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My Interests

Getting fucked up with my friends. They are the reason I am alive

I'd like to meet:

Whoever created Spider Solitare.

Music:

By one or two I get used to the room. We go slow when we first make our moves. By 5 or 6, bring you out to the car. Number 9 with my head on the bar. Its sad but true. Out of cash and I owe you. I got desperate desires and unadmirable plans. My tounge will taste of gin and marlaciuos intent. Bring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold. A sober straight face gets you out of your cloths. And there scared that we know all the crimes they're commit. Who they'll kiss before they get home. Barely consious in the door where you stand. Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands. You laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute. I almost feel sorry for what im gonna do. And your hair smells of smoke. Who will cast the first stone? You can sin or spend the night all alone. Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold. In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone. Your using all your looks that you've thrown from the start. If you let me have my way I swear Ill tear you apart. Cause its all you can be. Your a drunk and your scared. Its ladies night, all the girls drink for free. I will lie awake and lie for fun. Fake the way I hold you. Let you fall for every empty word I say. -BRAND NEW

Movies:

V-For Vendetta. The greatest movie ever.

Books:

Where the Sidewalk Ends.....and Generation Kill

Heroes:

The ones who didnt make it