Hardcore Mike the Saint of War...

About Me

My name is Mike a.k.a Hardcore Mike or Mutt...
I live in Tottenville, with my Homicidal Roommate
Named Mark a.k.a. Steve-O, Viper, or Mr. Marcus
I Write Poetry, Should you like to Read any,
Please go to AllPoetry.Com, I write under
the Name, AngelsOfGod.
I Work at U.P.S. I am also a Part-time
Loser, and a Full-time Psyhco...
I'm a U.S. Marine...
I've been to Kuwait, People ask what It was like,
Well It was 120+degrees during the Day & 100 degrees
at night, So it was hot... that's all you'll get out
of me unless you buy me a round... :)
I Play Bass in an Awesome Fuckin Band. Many will
learn to Fear and Respect us, and should you not, you
will Crumble Beneath the Power of our Metal...
Our Name is "No Room in Hell"
System of a Down - Toxicity -- Video provided by The Source
Your Birthdate: October 11
Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist.You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force.There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too.You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental.Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world.You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer. What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

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My Interests

Playing Bass,
Writing Poetry,
Fighting the System,
Smoking Crack
(BTW that was a Joke),
Going to Hardcore/PunkRock shows(We all know Punk Girls Do IT better).

And... um.... Dammit Shut up back there.... :::Takes out Gun, and Shoots a Random Person in the Toe:::"AH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

I'd like to meet:

I'd Love to meet the The Homicidal Maniac,
known as Johnny, and you can't forget the Infamous
Stick Figure named Happy Noodle Boy

Even though I've Met him numerous times, I'd
love to meet the Mickster(Cactus Jack) one more time

The Few, The Proud, The Marines: The Real Story

In the beginning was the word, and the word was God. In the beginning was God, and all else was darkness and void, and without form... So God created the heavens and the Earth. He created the sun, and the moon, and the stars, so that light might pierce the darkness. The Earth, God divided between the land and the sea, and these he filled with many assorted creatures...

And the dark, salty, slimey creatures that inhabited the murkey depths of the oceans, God called sailors. And he dressed them accordingly... They had little trousers that looked like bells at the bottom. And their shirts had cute little flaps on them to hide the hickeys on their necks... He also gave them long sideburns and shabby looking beards. God nicknamed them "squids" and banished them to a lifetime at sea, so that normal folks would not have to associate with them. To further identify these unloved creatures, he called them "petty" and "commodore" instead of titles worthy of red-blooded men. ((Navy Sucks,DAD))

And the flakey creatures of the land, God called soldiers. And with a twinkle in his eye, and a sense of humor that only he could have, God made their trousers too short and their covers too large. He also made their pockets oversized, so that they may warm their hands. And to adorn their uniforms, God gave them badges in quantities that only a dime store owner could appreciate... And he gave them emblems and crests... And all sorts of shiny things that glittered... And devices that dangled...
(When you are God you tend to get carried away)

On the 6th day, he thought about creating some air creatures for which he designed a Greyhound bus driver's uniform, especially for Air Force flyboys. But he discarded the idea during the first week, and it was not until years later that some apostles resurrected this theme and established what we now know as the "wild blue yonder wonders".

And on the 7th day, as you know, God rested. But on the 8th day, at 0730, God looked down upon the earth and was not happy. God was not happy! So he thought about his labors, and in his divine wisdom God created a divine creature. And this he called Marine...

And these Marines, who God had created in his own image, were to be of the air, and of the land, and of the sea. And these he gave many wonderful uniforms. Some were green, some were blue with red trim. And in the early days, some were even a beautiful tan. He gave them practical fighting uniforms, so that they could wage war against the forces of Satan and evil. He gave them service uniforms for their daily work and training....

And he gave them evening and dress uniforms... Sharp and stylish, handsome things, so that they might promenade with their ladies on Saturday night and impress the shit out of everybody! He even gave them swords, so that people who were not impressed, could be dealt with accordingly.

And at the end of the 8th day, God looked down upon the Earth and saw that it was good... But was God happy? NO! God was still not happy! Because in the course of his labors, he had forgotten one thing. He did not have a Marine uniform for himself. But he thought about it, and thought about it, and finally satisfied himself in knowing that, well... Not Everybody Can Be A Marine :)
(Always Faithful To God, Country, and Our Beloved Corps)

Music:

Punk Rock, Hardcore, Metal,
Classic Rock, Swing, Jazz, Blues,
A lil Ska, Emo, Oi!, and The Beatles,
(Thats right, The Beatles are their own type of music...)

Movies:

ClockWork Orange,
The OutSiders,
Braveheart,
Gladiator,
Troy,
Anarchy TV,
S.F.W,
The Patriot....

Television:

DAMN THAT TUBE OF IMPRISONMENT

Books:

Behold a Pale Horse, The Quickening, The Coming Global Superstorm... Random Poetry Books...

You Can Go To AllPoetry.Com and Look up AngelsofGod To Read some of my Poetry

Heroes:

Jesus Christ is my Lord, Savior, and Hero....
But Right under him is my Dad and Mick Foley

My Blog

Friends...

I have come to a point in my life where friends like the ocean's waves, Come and Go. Only the Good ones Stay... It's a beautiful thing when People you've lost touch ...
Posted by Hardcore Mike the Saint of War... on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 03:49:00 PST

Another Poem For the lil Kiddies

The Feather Falls Observing the Fine Feathered Watcher of the Diem, Sheremains alert, ready to flee at any sign of Danger.With Wings Stretched, She Prays to HIM the only way she knows, By Living... Fl...
Posted by Hardcore Mike the Saint of War... on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 07:59:00 PST