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:+: Pride 2011 <3 :+:
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
---And I dress in caution tape from time to time

BASICS

Dating:Dating
Location:Cochrane, Calgary, Alberta, Canada

INTERESTS

Entertainment and Celebrities:Live Music (Concerts), Festivals
Activities:Driving, Partying, Raving, Flailing, Dancing

:+: FACT :+: I DON'T DRINK.

Kortnie!
I love you my darling, more than cigarettes! I miss youuuuuu! My beautiful, funny, amazingly AWESOME baby!!!!

~Rainbow



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^,_,^ Kortnie(Shane) ^,_,^
^,_,^ Bisexual homoromantic ^,_,^
^,_,^ Herb-smoker ^,_,^
^,_,^ 18 ^,_,^
^,_,^ Graduated ^,_,^
^,_,^ Single, jk. <3 ^,_,^
^,_,^ Pierced x 12, gauged to a zero. ^,_,^
^,_,^ Branded x 1 ^,_,^
^,_,^ Inked x 3 ^,_,^
^,_,^ Lisence&Car ^,_,^
^,_,^ Employed ^,_,^
^,_,^ Fallin <3 ^,_,^







~Ninja skills~
~Vampyric thrills~


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~Herb is the healing of the nation~


Smoke two joints in the morning
Smoke two joints at night

Smoke two joints in the afternoon

makes me feel alright

smoke two joints in time of peace
into the time of war

smoke two joints before i smoke two joints

and then i smoke some more


one peace one time




wise words from the greatest man to live


“One good thing about music, when it hits - you feel no pain

Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.�/center]
"Don't gain the world and lose your soul,
wisdom is better than silver or gold...�/right]


“When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself.�/center]


"Don't worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright"

“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery,
none but ourselves can free our minds!�/font]


"Won't you help to sing The songs of freedom?�/font]


"Love would never leave us alone�/font]


Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights.
Get up, stand up, Don't give up the fight.�/font]

Conquer the devils with a little thing called love!�/u]


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Sweet is Love when all is Sane,
Sweet is Death to rid the Pain.
Cruel is Death when all is Well,
Cruel is Love when all is Hell.



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~Blood And Dirt~
As tears streamed down my face,
and blood dripped off my chin,
I thought of you, and why I bite,
and why i keep this secret.

I looked over the body,
completely deprived of blood.
The mortals skin all pale and white,
And its neck, dripped with red.

I looked at its lifeless face,
for a second, I saw you.
I quickly shoot the thought away.
Today, I would do something different.

I picked it up and walked away,
I took it to a graveyard,
dug a hole and layed it in.
I burried it, and made a tombstone.

It was rough, but it was one,
what I put on it was true to my words;
"Don't think we don't have feelings,
we care about your kind.
We are your only predator,
and we owe you our life."

I left the body, and its grave,
and walked back to our home.
You greeted me, when I walked in.
Today, I would tell you.

-Roxie Earle <3

Thanks for letting me put this on my page
luvers you forevah!
<3333333 8D



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We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust,
We kissed in the fields and under trees,
Screaming ldogsike , bleeding dark into the leaves.

It was empty on the edge of town,
But we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
And the shattered seasons lay,
And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.

In our cancer of passion you said, �Death is a midnight runner.�
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars,
That wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
As the Ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.

I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom
And asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
But you made me realize that my ticket wasn�t good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, �The cinders are falling like snow.�

There is poetry in despair,
And we sang with unrivaled beauty,
Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence,
Of blue and grey.

Strange, we ran down the desperate streets
And carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon.
And the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
And somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.


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In the most biblical sense I am beyond repentance. Fame hooker, prostitute wench vomits her mind.

When I die, my headphones will need to be surgically removed.



I often smell like cigarette and tea.



I like to work with my hands.

I love like I've never been hurt.

I dabble in everything that I can.



New experiences make my life interesting.




Living for the moment keeps me sane.



Hopeless romanticism serves as a constant reminder of my humanity.




Inspiration follows me everywhere I go.




I like to wander aimlessly.


My yearning for knowledge is insatiable.



The arts are the easiest way for me to express myself.



Warm laundry on a cold night is comforting.


Everything should be honoured and cherished.



Road trips are fabulous.



Sunrises are a beautiful renewal.



Lasertag on acid in the forest is an awesome way to spend a camping trip.



Stargazing makes me feel small and humble.




Chalk drawings and snow angels will never be 'too childish.'



Walking in the rain is soothing.



I would die for the ones I love.




Incense, singing bowls, and meditation help me along the path to enlightenment.



Bathing by candle light relaxes me.


Tea makes my heart smile
.

Eyes are the windows to the very core of your being.


My skin is a canvas.


My soul is ablaze.

Bask.


Aum.

^,_,^

Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?




-I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

-I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

-I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

-We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

-I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

-I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

-I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that was brought on me because i was holding hands with my boyfriend.

-I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

-We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

-I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

-I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

-I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

-I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

-I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

-I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

-I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

-I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

-I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

-I am the boy who killed himself after his boyfriend died in an attack.

-I am the boy who faked sick because I was afraid to see what was written on my locker today.

-I am the boy who helped visciously attack his gay friend, because he didn't want his other friends to know that he had been seeing him.

-I am the boy who's afraid to look another boy in the eyes, because of what he might think.

-I am the boy who gave up on life because I never really knew what it was like to have one.

-I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

-I am the boy who grew up being picked last in gym class; who taught himself to shave; who had to create his own ideals and expectations for himself, because his dad wasn't there.

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---P.s.benzoylmethylecgonine. Enjoy responsibly.

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