I have no reason why it should have been so plain,
Have no questions but I sure have excuse,
I lack the reason why I should be so confused
(November 30th '05)18 DAYS UNTIL I'M 18 ON THE 18TH!(and can legally take up the profession of male stripper ;P)
Michael likes love. Physically others have described him as ripped...aparently he is clingy. If he could travel anywhere it would be to reality. Spiritually, he identifies strongly with strong catholicist ideals. Michael does drink but doesn't smoke. When he goes out, he shows a marked preference for basement couches. He's been found listenning to a lot of Dreaming by System Of A Down. If he had the choice of being anything non-human, it would be a church confessional booth, and if he were to find himself on a desert island, around him would be you (if female meeting certain criteria Lol) , a bed and a set of parallel bars. For those who believe that they can tell something about a person based on their shoes, he has this to say about what he wears on his feet: Red Ukrainian Dance Boots
KUPALO FOREVER!
From an acreage 20 minutes out of Sherwood Park
Occupation: CryBaby
Michael is actively looking for an intriguing and morally sound girl for a longterm relationship. This person should be someone who likes obsessive boys, craves attention, doesn't mind coming first and getting all which she desires and in physical terms a dancer!
By Me:
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FOREWORD:
To all the female persons who have broken my heart: I thank you for the inspiration required to write the next couple thousand words of my profile...
Someone kick me out of my mind; I hate these thoughts I can't deny!
Such a lonely day... and it's mine
Vague Adoration
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A glimpse from the shy eye of admiration is not hastily turned away as the vital oxygen of strongly intimidated but submissive compliance adopts an absence. The fog begins to clear for the minority but voluntarily you preserve the barrier that still surrounds you. The situation that I am in is the following: awaiting the subsidence of the fog in hope that someday you may come to realise the love I have for you. Good intentions, good results, but misconstruing for insults. But again the fog has cleared for us, the fog has cleared for us. We are now enabled to decipher the many vague forms of your love. Maybe the barrier subsists only 'till the obstruction of the now obvious is obliterated.
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Endangered Species
Everyday, congregation in the hall, sitting in the schoolyard, chilling at the mall./ Some assholes to my left, some bitches to my right, the world oblivious, this life just isn't right./ Am I the only person who sees that this is wrong? Well here's the number reality written in this song:// Hurtful words spat out and filed away, lurking in our sleep then gone by break of day./ Hey is this the truth, did you forget what's said, don't those words of hate missused repeat inside your head?// Well they do for me they penetrate inside, tear out all my joy, exposed nowhere to hide./ What is left is just an empty shell, the inflictors of this pain GO ******* BURN IN HELL!!!.// We're the endangered species we put up with far too much, while the words don't impact you it's us who they do touch./ The way that we interpret is the way that was meant, for you the words don't mean much for us it leaves a dent.///
By the lockers where much is said, subliminal rumours are embedded in your head. These rumors of deceit are 'bout as good for your head as loading a gun and pumping you with lead./ Who's the source? The females are of course. They yell fake stories 'till their throats have gotten hoarse./ What's her reasons for all this crap? Well the answers are here elaborated in plain rap.// Females, inacurate details. There's a reason why they rhyme. Almost all the ladies are guilty of this crime. I guess they're bored, I guess they have some time, to pass along their bullshit, not even worth a dime.// Well it's funny how some info worth so very little, after spreadin' around will cost you more'n "squat-dittle"./ In the end you're the one who's cryin, 'bout the damage of the lyin, that everybody's buyin'.// These rumors will haunt you from day to day, 'till the bitches causing pain have ceased or gone away, and even then their stories may prevail, so continue to suffer cuz pain'll never sail. Don't think they'll stop at your agonizing wail not even that'll ever make 'em bail.// So sit back while they ruin your life, like splitting your sternum open with a knife./ They'll point and stare, with a hurtful glare, though appearance fair, their cruelty isn't rare, 'cause them girls don't really care, and don't realeasily scare, 'cause their minds are a temple that of satan's lair.///
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Eccentric External
Physique unique, not flawless but peak, steril, defined but outsiders blind. Capacity of morally impeccable mind appreciated twice as insatiable sexual device, sublime satisfaction now nought but a rind. The gratification of imagination’s sincere sensation runs effects level with shallows parallel with beauty’s hidden eventual gallows. If ones humanity and capacity of legitimate love be as an overwhelming ail beaker, however pure and harmlessly excessive, is to proove an unanticipated congruency with that of a shot glass comparable to a stagnant stoal, the shot be multiplied ten fold full while the beaker be inhaled to no soul’s enrichment (although briefly an exquisite reverberating reciprocation of affection) the antecedent logically impaired, hence led astray from his perspicacity by women’s naïve, shortsighted, swayable conviction stands oblique after the testing gusts letting by man’s demise to pay a lingering toll that leaches him of all hope, motivation and feeling. One might seemingly wisely protest that the sweet marrow of life exists visibly and marvelously on a contrastic sour pedestal in abundance, where their yet more common vacancies have you worried that you will not reach the top platform in time to claim your portion of joy; however, in a place where false love has caused onesided true love to wither and disintegrate to barren bland land where nothing grows or ever will again, you hear one last time the sound of the now bleak air as it lazily accompanies the dead but somewhat limitedly comforting dead matter, that was once a blossom full of potential emotion, into space, out of your solitary self’s reach, leaving you sitting on a flat, off-white, cracked moistureless soil that will no longer lift ( as solid as a quarts facet). You stand up and extend one arm towards the cohesive particles that float progressively farther away and then you slowly sit back down and withdraw your aching appendage once full of determination that God’s gift to humankind might drift back by the grace of a returning front. The scorching sun burns blindingly one last time as the last granulate of love’s purpose bursts into blue flame and vanishes without a trace on the other side. Sitting, ankles crossed, hands clasped, your pupils dilate to the fullest extent and all goes black. You have forgotten what you’re here for; that which compelled you for so long to keep living and you now wonder what it was you were reaching for (why is has vacated your mind’s eye), but you know it will never come back to you and although its identity is suddenly a mystery, you feel the emptiness where it used to be. You long for something (possibly what has left you) to rehydrate and soothe your searing throat, but nothing comes to your aid. You go to cry but no tears are left and bodily fluids are non-existant. You wonder how you are still alive. You claw and bite at your arm breaking the skin but as you forage for blood you pull what feels like a dead dry twig from your veins (like meat from the carapace of a crustacean’s leg) and realise that all love has left. It has taken everything with it. On your knees, hands open facing forward, mouth painfully wide open and unseeing eyes open and entirely red as though tortured with peroxyde, your almost motionless body transforming into a competely dry substance not unlike the infertile chapped dirt ground that surrounds you (the only inhabitant of the earth remaining) for thousands of miles. You break at the waist and half of you has fallen. Why did you leave me? Where did you go? I loved you more than life itself but now without life, I cannot love, my seed : it will not sow. Love someone though now not me for even sadness is a gift; don’t wait and see. My pain and anguish won’t ever set me free, for girl taketh away any reason to be…