Benjamin Zand † [ST] - ProfilesArchive

About Me

AIM = Lokaindamage My name is Ben.

I am 19 years old.

There's really not anything special about me.

I'm not the hottest thing around.

I'm not super popular.

I look like crap 90% of the time of my life. I am messy and I am unorganized.

I get distracted a lot.

If you think I'm ugly, I don't care

I'm a nice guy, sometimes too nice.

I'd pretty much do anything for anybody, even if he or she were a complete stranger

I don't fit in, yet at the same time I fit perfectly

I'm weird and eccentric

But I have a sense of humor and make people laugh

I love who I am and no one, nothing... can change that.

Sure I have my insecurities, but who doesn't?

I'm just your average human being who sometimes wears funny clothes and puts on make up.

I am Me... I am Ben. Nice to meet you :)

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone. I love meeting new people.

Music:

Dir en grey
Vidoll
Rentrer En Soi
JROCK
Circa Survive
HIM
The Agony Scene
Underground Metal Bands...
and some Rap and Hip Hop

Heroes:

Jeffree Fucking Star

My Blog

Wife, The Kids, And The White Picket Fence

Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives, Had the ways and means to breach, The borders of easy street, And to blend right in, We all surrounded them in a white picket fence, Now both ends m...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Wed, 28 May 2008 09:50:00 PST

Why I edit my pictures

I have a shitty camera. lol. The flash sucks and the picture quality sucks. If i had a better camera I wouldn't edit them again.Then again, I really like editing them, making them look art...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Tue, 27 May 2008 09:40:00 PST

Silent Eve

Unable to locate even your whereabouts, I became frightened in my solitudeEven if I want it, the dream that I can’t capture waversColored tears do not stop imitating the falling rain on the othe...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 02:35:00 PST

Meisai

"Hey, wouldn't you rather retire in a nameless, far away town, and live quietly? I'm so sick of these sort of days, come and take me away" I escape, but I still miss that white peach, in a dimension ...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 01:50:00 PST

The Final

The intention is clear, I stare, with this left hand, unable To be worded Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live ... And I Discover words being so vivid and bright Even loved ones scatter ...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 09:54:00 PST

Audrey

The thing called love disappears when it becomes solid. The answer you whispered from behind me. Your back not overly jealous. I fawn over you, pretending not to see it. We won't need words if we can...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 11:00:00 PST

Nobody Not Really

Who really cares? Who really cares when I talk? What I feel? What I say? Nobody not really Who wants to takeThe time to find a stand? I would like someone to heal...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 11:05:00 PST

Kicking your Crosses Down

In case it gets away from us Don't pull it closer, The damage revealed the cost And it wasn't worth it, oh but they'll never know To keep in mind the line that separates idols If the world is a dream...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 05:27:00 PST

Be My Last

Mom, why is that the things we were brought up with are destroyed by ourselves, as the days keep coming? The collage breaks into pieces but it's not thrown away There's nothing in my hands even ...
Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 06:48:00 PST

Stickam

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Posted by Benjamin Zand † [ST] on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 09:43:00 PST