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Shane.

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

Political. Outspoken. Musical. Opinionated. Freethinker. Etcetera.
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My Interests

Waking up in the morning with a great beer hangover.
Drinking copious amounts of Starbucks.
Eating foods that make me fat.
Spending too much time on the internets.
Politics.
Irony.
Shit that makes me go rofl.
Blogs.
Songs.
Poems.
Poems that might be songs.

Songs that might be blogs.
Road Trips.
Thunderstorms.
40 ounces of OE 800. Cause that's just how I dog, roll.
Loud noises.
Photographs.
Secular Humanism.

I'd like to meet:

music is my LIFE.

click. the picture.

Music:

See the links and such below...

Movies:

Anything Broken Lizard.
Anything Seth Rogen.
Nothing Jerry Bruckheimer. OK.. CSI. You caught me.
Anything Robert DeNiro.
Nothing Eddie Murphy. Except stand-up and Beverly Hills Cop.
Anything with the words "Big" and "Lebowski" in it.
Anything Trey Parker and Matt Stone.
Most things Tarantino.
Most things Samuel L "Bad Motherfucker" Jackson.
Nothing with Julia Roberts. Or that man-fairy Hugh Grant.

Television:


And this is the best animated film of all time. Watch it.
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Books:

My main man Richard Dawkins. Karl Marx. Kevin Canty. Harry Turtledove. Jimmy Carter. More and more. I would rather read than watch the idiotbox, but I don't do enough of it I'm afraid.

Heroes:

Your heroes are liars. The real heroes are people like your mom and dad, the regular working folks of the world who are making their presence felt in the lives of the people around them.

My Blog

Two thousand. And one.

In the tangle of the lupines,I found you naked, pale-And in the mist of early morning,I touched you bare and frail...And it could have been the autumn blooming,It could have been my aiming to please-I...
Posted by Shane. on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 12:47:00 PST

Seed

There's a seed in her bellyShe waters it with her smoke all dayAnd she knows the name of the planterBut she'll be damned if she's ever gonna sayAnd the seed became a babyBorn shakin' crazy for a fixAn...
Posted by Shane. on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 04:02:00 PST

Ell. You. Vee.

Most people casting compliments and speading disbelief... Smoking on their cigarettes and lying through their teeth. And every little moment is a snapshot took in hell, But I've seen it all a thousand...
Posted by Shane. on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 11:37:00 PST

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The tallest tormentsHave towered over meHow many fucking dollarsWill it cost me to be free?Hemmed inside a pocketAnd hammered like a nailBent and prone, all flesh and boneSo battered, torn and frail.....
Posted by Shane. on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 10:31:00 PST

Audio blogging.

Well kids, I got a little bored and decided to start a music project.. so I converted a few of my poems from lately into electronic music, using text-to-speech programs for the voices. have a look and...
Posted by Shane. on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 06:53:00 PST

You. Fucking. Muderers.

I started to write about how my mother died tonight. But I'm not ready. I wanted to write about how I was the only one who was there to see my grandfather expire, I was there to see my beloved grandmo...
Posted by Shane. on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 10:46:00 PST

Placid rapture

I've been inside your mind for months.But in the rest of you, mere hours-Blissful intrusions into the womb of placid rapture.I'm apt to believe in God, with how it feels in your recesses.We are no lon...
Posted by Shane. on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 10:19:00 PST

My heroin

Cold, cold fiend or my friend...I've come to you in wanting-Like a story without an end,Like a ghost still silently haunting...Hey there, my old friend... They have called you by many a name- ...
Posted by Shane. on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 09:57:00 PST

Dang. people read this stuff.

That seems to me to be a lot of views on this shit......
Posted by Shane. on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 06:42:00 PST

Huddled masses yearning to be free

"Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door...
Posted by Shane. on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 02:11:00 PST