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We Could Die Today

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About Me

I'm always bored.There are less than a handful of people I get along with and the rest just float around. I'm what people would call a weirdo. Not the new, cool kind. But the kind that used to get made fun of for it. I write my life away. Part of being one of those lonely weirdos is making people up in your head who you don't want to stab in the neck with a pencil. I'm very good with fiction...sci-fi...horror...satire. I will write the ones I care about into a utopia. One day.I could care less about money. I could care less about clothes. In fact, I can't fucking dress.Your body will kill you, in the end.I have a son (almost two years old) who I love to death. Basically, I let no one get close to him. He's mine. Get your own.For a time, I was stupid. I believed in relationships and sexual identity and other trivial things. Jobs and love and pineapples. And now I know that the way to life is to just be. Just walk. Just breathe. Just live. Don't lie. Don't think. Just do. And that's how I am in a nutshell. I spew all kinds of word vomit at random times. I am known to yell the word: BALLS WHORE HARLOT SLUT when I am bored. I used to be a sex addict until I realized how boring it was. People are boring. You do the same things OVER and OVER again. You are stuck in a loop. You are stuck in nothing. I'm not interested in living a long life. I'm already 98% bored. Already, if a flaming piece of space shit smashed my head through my ass, I wouldn't be too upset. I don't believe in space, anyway.Take your pick...I have loads of pessimistic shit to gurgle.I care about you enough not to help you.
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My Interests

Searching for a cure...for the mundane. Trying to escape the television. Trying to drown the boredom.

I'd like to meet:

Self-destructive ramblers. People who are optimistically pessimistic. . Sluts. Whores. People who have a lot of sex and don't mind the words boring people call them. People who eat too much. People who throw that food up. People who love themselves so much that they destroy themselves. People who won't bore me into a self-induced coma.I want to meet very few people. Maybe you're one of the interesting ones. Probably not.

Music:

How about you listen to the voice in your own head? Must you always make yourself feel better by listening to others problems and stories?

Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Feels Like Home
Girls and Boys
Feminist Sweepstakes
Extraordinary Machine

When The Pawn...
Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange (1971 Film)
Parklife
Black Holes and Revelations
I'll Sleep When You're Dead

Love & Hate
Speakerface
Human After All
Slick Dogs and Ponies
Illegal Tender

The Best Little Secrets Are Kept
The Good, the Bad & the Queen
Back to Black
Supergrass Is 10: Best of 94-04
The Science of Sleep

I'm Your Man
Little Plastic Castle
The Con
The Mouse and the Mask
St. Elsewhere

Maxwell's Urban Hang Suite
Blink 182
Breathe
Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Fever To Tell

Chasing Cars
Impeach My Bush
200 Km/H in the Wrong Lane
Under My Skin
Murder She Spoke

Bleed Like Me
Unwritten
White Turns Blue
Hard Core
The Low End Theory

Monkey Business
Follow The Leader
Iowa
Be
Baduizm

Light Poles and Pine Trees
Supa Dupa Fly
Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not
Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

Ashanti
Get Lifted
Come Away with Me
FORT MINOR : WE MAJOR (MIXTAPE) DJ GREEN LANTERN MIKE SHINODA LINKIN PARK
Murderers & Robbers

Face Off
Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse
Gorillaz
Demon Days
Return of Saturn

The Singles 1992-2003
Embrya
Corinne Bailey Rae
Peaches - Fatherfucker
Teaches of Peaches (Bonus CD)

If It Was You
So Jealous powered by frazy.com

Movies:

I will give you my list of great, but consider this: Watching the world and it's inhabitants is already entertaining enough. Why watch the box when you have the globe?
Death Becomes Her
Breasts - A Documentary
Saved!
Cape Fear
Save The Green Planet
Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance
A Clockwork Orange [HD DVD]
Afro Samurai (Director's Cut)
Memento Mori
Hard Candy
Last Life in the Universe
Paranoia: 1.0
A Snake of June
Sympathy for Lady Vengeance-Deluxe Edition
Oldboy
Anne B. Real
Venus Boyz
Aqua Teen Hunger Force Movie Film for the Theatres
Thank You for Smoking (Widescreen Edition)
The Science of Sleep
Slums of Beverly Hills
But I'm a Cheerleader
Secuestro Express
High Tension
Chicago (Full Screen Edition)
Requiem for a Dream (Director's Cut)
X-Men (1.5 Edition)
Downtown 81
Basquiat
Krush Groove
The War of the Roses
The Virgin Suicides
Better Than Chocolate
Bent
Guys and Dolls
Spike Lee Joint Collection (Clockers/ Jungle Fever/ Do the Right Thing/ Mo.. Better Blues/ Crooklyn)
Anywhere But Here
House of 1000 Corpses (UMD Mini For PSP)
Drop Dead Fred
The Princess Bride - Dread Pirate Edition
Rent (Widescreen 2-Disc Special Edition)
The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Girls in Love
Donnie Darko
I Like It Like That
All Over Me
Closer (Superbit Edition)
Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle (Unrated Extended Edition)
The Aggressives
V for Vendetta (Widescreen Edition)
The Omen
Suicide Club (Suicide Circle)
Ichi the Killer (Unrated Edition)
Natural Born Killers - Oliver Stone Collection powered by frazy.com

Television:

The box that kills any chance you had of a real life.

Books:

Chuck Palahniuk books. Battle Royale.
Battle Royale, Vol. 4
Battle Royale
Leslie : A Novel
SINGLE MOM : A Novel
Flyy Girl
Maniac Magee
Stargirl
Harry Potter Hardcover Boxed Set (Books 1-6)
Four Inches
Lil Mamas Rules: A Novel
Please Please Please
Stone Butch Blues : A Novel
The Art of War
The Bluest Eye (Oprah's Book Club)
A Day Late and a Dollar Short
Invisible Monsters
Then Again, Maybe I Won't
Iggie's House
2006 Writers Market (Writer's Market)
Gonna Lay Down My Burdens
Die Softly
A Hustler's Wife
Push : A Novel (Vintage Contemporaries)
The Coldest Winter Ever
Fight Club: A Novel
Diary : A Novel
Survivor : A Novel
Choke
Assata : An Autobiography (Lawrence Hill & Co.) powered by frazy.com

Heroes:

The Boy Chin Wonder.Rajeshzilla The Cakekilla

My Blog

Stuck Again...

Cut the cord already, Love.  This is enough. She ate my heart without having to chew, slashed my soul without having to raise a hand and shit on my dreams with her jeans still pulled over her ski...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 06:51:00 PST

Just an update...

Welcome to the inevitable. I recognize the signs of a fatal wound. I am happy. This is enough.       (I know I haven't posted anything worthwhile...but those who know and adore me know...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 12:22:00 PST

What I want is...

Save you... I want to save you... wipe my hands clean of the blood I'd usually wipe on you... I want to love you. Love you... I want to love you. Open those malicious eyes that lead to my heart and et...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Sat, 19 May 2007 06:55:00 PST

Bleed me Wet...This may scare you...

(This may scare you)       After all this time...I still can't say your name.       Yet it haunts me.  With every orgasm I induce...   ...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Tue, 15 May 2007 11:11:00 PST

To Her...

She knows who she is. I mean...if she paid any attention, she'd know. This girl plagues my mind with the efficiency of a maggot... she picks at it.  She prods. I think about her when I don't thi...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 09:47:00 PST

For Nate.

I eat my own heart for you.  I literally rip the flesh and tear the guts... I kill myself slowly to respect you. Ours was a doomed love but we loved the doom.. I gave birth to your twin and you g...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 08:08:00 PST

Whatever

I tell you this because it hurts not to. You'll laugh I know.  I think like that. To empty this feeling doesn't release me, doesn't help in any way... but I want you to know. .... I can't finish ...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 08:38:00 PST

You Bleed More...

Here goes some poetry.  Why not?     Yea.  Weep.  Cry.  Sob. I could feel your sorrow from miles and eons away. I could taste the salty rain running dried rivers deep int...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 12:08:00 PST

Fuckheads.

Can you believe it, baby? They said I wasn't perfect.  They said with my head up high and my worries down low, with that certain glow to my eyes and shine to my skin, with all that mighty tal...
Posted by We Could Die Today on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 12:12:00 PST