BrEnT
single, hss, bass, no money, no job, in a band going nowhere
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But It's How We Survive That Makes Us Who We Are
BASICS
| Height: | 179 cm - 183 cm (5'11" - 6') |
| Weight: | 74 Kg - 77 Kg (161 lbs - 170 lbs) |
| Birthday: | May 21, 1993 |
| Sexual Orientation: | Heterosexual |
| Dating: | Single |
| Living Situation: | Living with parents/relatives |
| Location: | Mission, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada |
| Join Date: | 10:52pm | Feb 14, '08 |
| Profile Updated: | 03:45pm | Dec 18, '09 |
| Last Active: | 11:17pm | Nov 20, '09 |
INTERESTS
| Reading Material: | Fiction, Humor, Non-fiction |
| Movies: | Action, Classic, Comedy, Horror |
| Art: | Photography, Singing, Song Writing, Writing |
| Animals/Pets: | Farm Animals |
| Entertainment and Celebrities: | Movies, Music, Live Music (Concerts) |
| Cars: | Audio, Drifting, Offroad, Classics, Motorbikes |
| Music: | Alternative, Blues, Classic Rock, Classical, Death Metal, Drum & Bass, Folk, Funk, Garage, Gospel, Happy Hardcore, Hardcore, Indie, Industrial, Jazz, Lounge, Metal, New Wave, Progressive, Punk, Reggae, Rock, Ska, Soul, World, Acoustic, Salsa, Reggaeton |
| Sports: | Soccer, Motocross |
| Activities: | Listening to music, Reading |
| Musical Instruments: | Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Electric Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboard, Kit Drums, Other Drums, Piano, Saxophone, Trombone, Trumpet |
| Computers: | Apple, Instant Messaging, Linux/BSD |
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Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. And as the bitter air bit down I held my breath and thought of all the others on their backs. How do you organize resistance against something that's not even there(but still killing you)? Dirt covered fists screaming indignantly, midigate to out turned palms pleading admittedly. Raping people of their hope and the sky of all its stars. They're dying at your feet but 'who cares who they are.' (right?) There's no place like home. It's like filling an empty glass from an empty bottle. and it's stricken by rigor mortis with your hand on the throttle. Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity and a fence of police enforced by democratic vulgarity. Two percent controlling the power; controlling you, controlling me, controling the borders of democracy. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled by only two percent. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled, because only we can set us free
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_Once i learn to fly im never coming down