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The Odore

I kill everything I fuck, I fuck everything I kill.

About Me

I got my layout and myspace codes at Kawaiispace.com , you should too.
I like Music, film, reading, women, writing, and drink.I've been a son of a bitch, and a monkey's uncle. I've tasted the blood of angels, and dragged innocent souls to hell. I've found charity in the deepest recesses of my soul, and challenged the most pious to a battle of faith. They've always been found wanting. I have ceased to be a man, and will become an ideal. I've given birth to a love that would dwarf your imagination, and have buried that love with the same passion. I've died a thousand deaths for you, and each one was an epic tale in it's own right. Sing my praises to your children, or curse my blood all the way to my most distant ancestor. Neither will change the effect I have on this world, and the denziens within it. I can tell the measure of a man, in the blink of his eye. I strengthen those that are weak, while I tear down the pillars of the strong. The tower of babel was built of my creativity, then crushed by my need to chastise. You are all victims, none of you are innocent. Not any more. Now that you know my name, it will uplift your dreams, if you embrace it. It will haunt your nightmares if you choose to doubt it. That is me. Feel free to challenge my words. I will take any comers. Be sure to bring whatever atrophied gods you carry in your breast. You will need as many saviors as possible.Everything, and nothing is unique about me. I'm merely trying to be myself. Just like everyone else.

My Interests

Stuff. ...

I'd like to meet:

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm meat....

Music:

This space reserved for name dropping.

Movies:

This space reserved for name dropping

Television:

Has run it's course.

Books:

Make me witty.

Heroes:

More people would be cowards, if they only had the courage.
Evil, Satanic, and Horror pictures

My Blog

I write something.

It's not sex with myself, it's fucking me over. Mentally dressing myself in the fashion of the day, the brand name on my jeans is APAthy. Caring is sharing, it seems being a scrooge the only sure way ...
Posted by The Odore on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 05:57:00 PST

Fucking Insurance Companies.

My wisdom teeth do this thing... they start to grow in, then recede back into my mouth. The dentist tells me that my wisdom teeth, if they ever grow in, will fit, without messing my mouth up. So, it b...
Posted by The Odore on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:09:00 PST

Take a guess...

Yesterday I buried my mother. The last person that will love me unconditionally, is gone. I grow tired of life, and all the death it brings. Life seems to be avoiding me. So far, as to kill the people...
Posted by The Odore on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 04:42:00 PST

Two weeks to Wal-Mart

Well... friends lie. I haven't trusted many people in my life, and since my ex-wife, I've trusted no women. I made an exception. I met a woman that I trusted. I believed. I had faith. She never lied. ...
Posted by The Odore on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 11:47:00 PST

Speaking of death...

I'm going to talk about something I don't really talk about much. This will be long, more than likely long-winded, and I doubt you'll care. But, what else am I going to do at this hour, with this medi...
Posted by The Odore on Sun, 27 Aug 2006 01:25:00 PST

The death of love

The death of love is never a pretty sight. Any goth kid that tells you otherwise, has no idea what they're talking about. They've never actually felt love. They've never actually watched it die. There...
Posted by The Odore on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 09:01:00 PST

How can you use a computer, and be this stupid?

Ok. Here's a big fucking beef. All of you people out there that are on myspace, and are bitching about people messaging you, to be more specific, people you don't know... shut the fuck up! Seriously. ...
Posted by The Odore on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 06:45:00 PST

Vicious cycles...

So, I look forward to work. Not just for a paycheck, but because it's a distraction. From monotony, and from myspace. Which, I will admit, I've let it seep into my system. Now for the irony... my job ...
Posted by The Odore on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 07:29:00 PST

What's in a date?

This is the day freaks, fanatics, and kids in Iowa have been waiting for. We'll never see another day like this again. I doubt anybody in a thousand years will. I doubt there will be anything worth da...
Posted by The Odore on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 02:34:00 PST

sweet christmas...

I've lost track of which people I actually want to meet, and/or talk to, and the ones I added as a joke. It's a thin line I believe. This myspace shit is out of control. My jeebus have mercy on my pat...
Posted by The Odore on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 10:29:00 PST