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http://www.philthomas.info
Phil Thomas --
[noun]:
A person of questionable sanity who starts their own cult
'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com
I'm technically an artist; Clicky clicky here for some samples and stuff at the moment.
I'm generally an easy going, up for a laugh lad into partying hard and regretting it at work a few hours later.
I'm going to die alone.
I'm the anti-boyfriend.
The person you'll always see as just a mate.
But I'll be a fucking good mate, and loyal to the end unless you fuck me over too many times.
I like to act the fool.
It takes attention away from other people's insecurities.
I'm thick skinned and have accepted this as my lot in life.
And that's cool.
I'm shit with money.
I have no fashion sense.
I wear what I feel comfortable in, no matter how loud or clashy.
Fuck what I should be wearing.
I do like blue though.
Accently speaking I'm closest to Cockney than anything else.
Though not born under the bowbells.
I live in the City of Wolverhampton.
I know not why.
The women get younger each year.
It's full of tramps.
The one decent night out a month and the sound people make it tolerable though.
My house is the greatest afterparty/taxi rank in WV1.
I live off a diet of Red Bull and Boost bars.
I like to crunch ice cubes. Loudly.
I'm a bum. Drunken or otherwise. Sleep is goooooooood.
I am the hairiest mofo.
I dance how I wanna.
Accept it. I have.
Laugh if you wish, happiness is a gift.
I could html code the shit outta this page, but choose not to.
I enjoy the simplicity.
I'm a walking contradiction - the only box I can be put into is the one I'm gonna be carried away in;
I'm an indie emo rapping rocking raver born of the 80's with a 60's soul.
Music is my fucking life. I cannot stand silence.
I'm intelligent, yet I'm the most moronic cunt I know.
I swear. A lot. Yet I actually talk English properly.
If I were musical at all, I'd be a one man band.
And everyone else would be dueting.
I'm trapped in a world of my own making, in too deep amongst the ramblings of my own mind.
Sometimes I can't even hear myself think, and when I can I generally ignore myself.
Scream.
Breathe.
Relax.
Work, work, work.
Pub, pub, pub.**
*set to repeat*
/fin.**respect to The Rakes