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sven SWED

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Svorf - 21, Male, Calgary
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Svorf @Gargantar. its hard when u lie and joke all the time
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Svorf @*negativerose i completely agree

BASICS

Height:Over 194 cm (over 6'5")
Weight:65 Kg - 68 Kg (141 lbs - 150 lbs)
Birthday:December 11, 1990
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Dating:Single
Living Situation:Living alone
Location:Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Join Date:08:45pm | Feb 03, '07
Profile Updated:06:39am | Dec 16, '09
Last Active:07:27am | Dec 22, '11

INTERESTS

Reading Material:Fiction, Fantasy, Humor, Myths and Legends, Non-fiction
Art:Acting, Body Art, DJing, Journal Writing, Photography, Singing, Song Writing, Writing
Animals/Pets:Cats, Dogs
Video Games:First person shooter, Fighting
Music:Alternative, Blues, Classic Rock, Death Metal, Drum & Bass, Electronica, Emo, Funk, Garage, Goth, Hardcore, Indie, Jazz, Lounge, Metal, Punk, Reggae, Rock, Ska, Soul, Techno, Trance, Acoustic, Rave, Reggaeton
Sports:Football (American), Paintball, Soccer, Hacky-sack
Activities:Cooking, Current Affairs, Listening to music, Reading, Raving
Musical Instruments:Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Electric Guitar, Oboe
Outdoor:Backpacking, Exploring, Traveling

WHO I AM

Sven
Satanist
fuck what you think

UNTITLED

am i sorry your sky went black, put your knives in babies backs?
am i sorry you killed the kennedy's and huxley too?
but i'm sorry shakespeare was your scapegoat
and your apples sticking into my throat
sorry your sunday smiles are rusty nails
and your crucifixion commercials failed
but i'm just a pitiful anonymous
and i see all the young believers, your target audience
i see all the old deceivers, we all just sing their song

am i sorry to be alive, putting my face in the beehive?
am i sorry for booth and oswald, pinks and cocaine too?
i'm sorry you never check the bag in my head for a bomb
and my halo was a needle hole, i'm sorry i saw a priest being beaten
and i made a wish, but i'm just a pitiful anonymous

and i see all the young believers, your target audience
i see all the old deceivers, we all just sing their song
we all just sing their song

"the valley of death we are free, your father's your prison you see"

and i see all the young believers, your target audience
i see all the old deceivers, we all just sing their song

you're just a copy of an imitation




President Dead
this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
president dead is clueless and he's caught in a headlight
police-stated god, and his skull is stained glass
incubated and jet set, the bitter thinkers buy their tickets
to go find god like a piggy in a fair

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby

give the bills time to work
we all could be martyred in the winter of our discontent
(getting high on violence, baby)
every night we are nailed into place and every night
we just can't seem to ever remember the reason why
(getting high on violence, baby)

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

UNTITLED

All Of Which Makes Me Anxious
At Times Unbearably So

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06:38pm | Dec 05, '08 | Comments(2)
so
its wierd
one day
i feel certain things about my life are stable
and that will keep me going
and the next day
they crumble away to nothing
and i have somthing else that stands strong
but
slowly those strong figures are disappearing what happens when there all gone?