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BASICS

Height:174 cm - 178 cm (5'9" - 5'10")
Birthday:August 26, 1988
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Location:North Vancouver, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

INTERESTS

Reading Material:Fantasy
Art:Body Art, Graphic Design, Photography, Writing
Animals/Pets:Cats
Cars:Classics
Music:Alternative, Blues, Brit Pop, Classic Rock, Death Metal, Garage, Jazz, Metal, Punk, Rock, Ska
Sports:Skateboarding, Snowboarding, Soccer
Activities:Drinking, Driving, Listening to music, Partying, Traveling
Musical Instruments:Acoustic guitar, Electric Guitar
Outdoor:Exploring

ABOUT ME

life goes on.





If I ever, if I never, make me understand the thought whatever
Make me see, make me be, make me understand you're there for me

Take this life
I'm right here
Stay a while and breathe me in



Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me
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me in a few years...you all know its gonna happen sometime.


Why can't women be simpler? Less complicated, like...


I think that I've snapped. So, I am going to jump in and out of a massive lake of gin & tonic. Don't ask me where I'm gonna get that much gin & tonic.


Why do we have to have a conscience? All it does is Fuck with me. I just want it to GO AWAY.



5'10"
Dark Brown hair
Helix Piercing
Soccer nut


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The best poem, introduced to me by Chantal:

World's Shortest Pessimistic Poem by Robert Zend
Hope?
Nope.


I enjoy stealing pictures from Kelsey.


The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice
To change myself, I'd rather die
Though they will not understand
I won't make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive
I'm alive

LIKES

Soccer = My life.





I will devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you've brought
Meaning to my life





Monty Python and the Holy Grail




= me and darran
Talking Muffins

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you've been HACKED. <3
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DISLIKES

Jehova's Bloody Witnesses
Annoying people


All white people who think their gangster but are really not can go commit a brutal suicide while I laugh






I will make it go away
can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
these feelings will be gone
these feelings will be gone

Now I see the times they change
leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
where to leave my hurt behind
All this shit I seem to take
all alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?

Shut me off
I am ready,
Heart stops
I stand alone
Can't be on my own


BEHOLD!
The insanely profane and insane, the stupidest of the wet drunkards of the lands.
JAMES!

"Now I am warm and toasty"
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Silvery blurs
Forever cradling that two-toned orb
Raspy melodies broadcast over unstable channels
United over lack of effort in the darkness of a grassy field
Her thieving nature often left him anxious and sans chapeau
Communication breakdown brought together
Two unlikely players in this game of chance
Cold concrete. Hard facts
Unattainable
“look but don’t touch”

She didn’t look without cause
Or speak without a reason
But as time passed, he promptly ate his words
Once uttered when the subject was unknown
Bobbing while he uttered quips
Flashing eyes and bobbing curls brought on by her constant laughter
Bonded by rainbow strands and safety pins
Projects left unfinished to this day
They cleansed their souls with tearful waves
At least for a night
Soon to be lost on the journey home
Stolen lies and permanent ink
Hopes of close proximity

Frolicking like school children in the dreary downpour
Arm in arm
Travelling upward screaming under their breath
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