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Height:	174 cm - 178 cm (5'9" - 5'10")
Weight:	83 Kg - 86 Kg (181 lbs - 190 lbs)
Birthday:	July 08, 1987
Sexual Orientation:	Heterosexual
Living Situation:	Living alone
Location:	Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Join Date:	01:50am \| Mar 20, '05
Profile Updated:	04:31pm \| Sep 20, '11

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Marijuana
Cigarettes.
R&R.
Driving.
The people I can trust.
Sleep.

I LIKE WORDS.

Beauty is pain, because Love is pain, because if Love were simple, it wouldn't be worth chasing and fighting and tears...Love an Idea. Love a Person. Love an existence. Whatever you Love becomes Beautiful to you, in that way that no one else can see, perhaps no one else understands. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, truly, because the beholder would rather beholden to no one else save for what He finds Beautiful.

I want to be able to put passion into words.

I want to have a reason for wrong.

I want to see what makes the world connect.

I want to see the truths behind choices.

I want to understand how to make love stay.

I want to know.

Everything.

Someday, I will direct a midget wearing a ski mask an an obscenely fat girl in a porn movie entitled "Ninjas Mount Everest."

This is how I will make my fortune.

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

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From 'V for Vendetta':

The time has come for me to meet my maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's done.

Niel Gaiman:
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.

-Sun Tzu, The Art of War

�People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.�
-Jim Morrison[/center]

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