hello im tyler
the things i like to do are :
write music
play instruments
record music
make beats
snowboard
play with dogs
rock out to heavy metal with "D" Brown
Hang out with my hot girlfriend
FRIENDS
Angelripper
26, Male, Vancouver
Banano
23, Male, Kamloops
b-roze
22, Female, Fort St. John
coryheasman
28, Male, Kamloops
.horrorshow
21, Female, Kamloops
meehehehe
22, Male, Kamloops
mugs29
25, Male, Kelowna
Pinhead
20, Male, Kamloops
punkerkyla
22, Female, Kamloops
punkislove
22, Female, Canada
skumbag
25, Male, Kamloops
TaryThomas
24, Male, Kelowna
RECENT ALBUMS
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September 08, 2008These are pictures Nexopia has moved into the gallery when we updated our picture system.
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BASICS
| Height: | 184 cm - 188 cm (6'1" - 6'2") |
| Weight: | 69 Kg - 73 Kg (151 lbs - 160 lbs) |
| Birthday: | August 26, 1988 |
| Sexual Orientation: | Heterosexual |
| Dating: | Long term |
| Living Situation: | Living with significant other |
| Location: | Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada |
| Join Date: | 06:03pm | Sep 24, '03 |
| Profile Updated: | 04:37pm | Dec 16, '08 |
| Last Active: | 06:37pm | Sep 06, '10 |
INTERESTS
| Reading Material: | Fiction, Non-fiction |
| Art: | Painting, Song Writing |
| Animals/Pets: | Farm Animals |
| Activities: | Drinking, Driving |
| Musical Instruments: | Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Kit Drums |
REASON D'ETRE
FUNKADELIC
as you begin to settle round
the only obstacle 's a speed trap baby!
and if you dont keep treading ground
the only party is a mind - lock baby!
and
dont be predictable cause confusion bides time, think of what you do
are these things really working out or just working out for you?
the only obstacle 's a speed trap baby!
and if you dont keep treading ground
the only party is a mind - lock baby!
and
dont be predictable cause confusion bides time, think of what you do
are these things really working out or just working out for you?
UNTITLED
from here we travel in pairs
this desert land is truley vast
amongst the lions , and the hares
ALL YOU HAVE SAID HAS COME TO PASS
what is the reason you have brought us here?
to spit this venom in my ear
your victory has now unfolded...
i see the truth within your eyes
as if i thought that they were somebody elses...
DESERT OF LAST REGRET!!
OASIS OF TOTAL DEMISE!!
hallucinations that we see here
are all to real in our lives, you gotta
LISTEN!!!
and dont belive it, just becuase its in front of your eyes
this desert land is truley vast
amongst the lions , and the hares
ALL YOU HAVE SAID HAS COME TO PASS
what is the reason you have brought us here?
to spit this venom in my ear
your victory has now unfolded...
i see the truth within your eyes
as if i thought that they were somebody elses...
DESERT OF LAST REGRET!!
OASIS OF TOTAL DEMISE!!
hallucinations that we see here
are all to real in our lives, you gotta
LISTEN!!!
and dont belive it, just becuase its in front of your eyes
LATEST BLOG ENTRY
05:33pm | Nov 06, '06 | No Comments
Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers
Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock
Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment
Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments
Working your whole life wondering where the day went
The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship
It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'
And people coming home after corporate share croppinAnd fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children
But gentrification is kicking them out of their building
A generation of babies born without health care
Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare
[Verse 2]
It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown
We live in distress and hang the flag upside down
The sound of conserv
Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers
Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock
Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment
Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments
Working your whole life wondering where the day went
The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship
It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'
And people coming home after corporate share croppinAnd fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children
But gentrification is kicking them out of their building
A generation of babies born without health care
Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare
[Verse 2]
It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown
We live in distress and hang the flag upside down
The sound of conserv