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TEENEY

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About Me

Sometimes I think to myself, what are we going to do. What the fuck are we going to do...

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Myself 40 years from now to see if I regret anything I did and if I've learned anything.

Music:

TooL, A Perfect Circle, Pigmy Love Circus, Primus, Nine Inch Nails, American Head Charge, Chimara, Messuggah, Rage Against the Machine, Orgy, Mushroomhead, Mike Patton, Mr. Bungle, Peeping Tom, Phantomas, The Melvins, Deftones, STP, Soundgarden, Melvins, Skinny Puppy, Loards of Acid, Pixies, Guns n Roses, Pantara, Rush, White Zombie, Pixies, Ministry, Alice n Chains, Mudvayne, Porcupine Tree, Shinedown, Beck, Kottonmouth Kings, Smashing Pumpkins. And lots of other shit.

Movies:

Fear and Lothing in Las Vegas, Natural Born Killers, The Hills Have Eyes, Hot Sloppy Pornos.

Television:

Too many puppies are being shot in the dark. Too many puppies are trained not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that We may maintain our oil fields. Too many puppies Too many puppies are taught to heal. Too many puppies are trained to kill. On the command of men wearing money belts that buy Mistresses sleek animal pelts. Too many puppies.Too many puppies with guns in their hands. Too many puppies in foreign lands. Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and Placed upon the war machine. Too many puppies are just like me. Too many puppies are afraid to see. The visions of the past brought to life again, Too many puppies, too many dead men.

Books:

I like books about music, occult, the 70's, and drugs.

Heroes:

Hunter S. Thompson Timothy Leary Maynard James Keenan Alex Grey

My Blog

Want to watch a movie? You won't regret it.

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Posted by Runs with Scissors! on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 05:09:00 PST

My Gentle Rain

The rain drips from the palm tree It collects in a puddle on the sidewalk In the puddle my dreams lie They spill over and disappear into the mud   What are dreams? Where do they lie? My answer to...
Posted by Runs with Scissors! on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 03:37:00 PST

The Glutney that is Thanksgiving

The only thing positive that ever comes out of the glutney that is thanksviving is the left over pizza the morning after it's all over with.  The smell of my breakfeast thin crust pork sausage an...
Posted by Runs with Scissors! on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 03:25:00 PST

My sprinkles, not for you!

Yes, ladies and gentlemens, the world as we know it has become.....a cupcake with no sprinkles.  Yet still we feed in a frenzie!  How come?  For we shall no longer lick the icing on the...
Posted by Runs with Scissors! on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 03:03:00 PST

Under the sea

Oh why? Why can't I be a mermaid?  Then I could slap a bunch of bitches with my fat tail.  Oh how my scales would make them bleed.  Tears of sorrow would fall, as she begged, please Chr...
Posted by Runs with Scissors! on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 09:52:00 PST