BASICS

Height:	179 cm - 183 cm (5'11" - 6')
Weight:	56 Kg - 59 Kg (121 lbs - 130 lbs)
Birthday:	August 03, 1991
Sexual Orientation:	Heterosexual
Dating:	Single and looking
Location:	Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:	10:35pm \| Mar 03, '07
Profile Updated:	05:14pm \| Nov 03, '07
Last Active:	01:59pm \| Jun 09, '09

INTERESTS

Music:	Death Metal, Hardcore, Metal, Punk, Rock, Techno
Sports:	Skateboarding, Snowboarding
Activities:	Partying
Musical Instruments:	Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Electric Guitar
Outdoor:	Camping, Going to the beach
Computers:	Gaming, Surfing the net

A LIL BIT BOUT ME

Im Never On Nexopia. My page is very outdated and dont give a shit enough to update it. feel free to leave a comment, i might get back to you

Ryan. T. Hepple

Likes:
- Beer (cold)
- Weed (indoor)
- Friends
- Partying
- Girls
- Guitar
- Muisc (Cradle of Filth, Smashing Pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails, Tool, MSI)
- all the above

Dislikes:
- Warm beer

- Bad weed (yes, there is such a thing, i know, hard to believe eh?)
- Loud annoying people should die...
- Self Center bitches

Quick Info About Me:
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Independent
Smart
Out there ( <--dunno what that means)
Huge Kronic

Nice, giving
Quiet, shy

bitches love me cause they know that I can rock[/font]

BANDS

Mindless Self Indulgence: Straight To Video

LOST KEYS, ROSETTA STONED

Lost Keys:

Nurse: Excuse me? Doctor? Do you have a moment?

Doctor: A moment? What's the question?

Nurse: More of a situation, a gentleman in exam 3

Doctor: What's the problem?

Nurse: That is the problem, we're not sure.

Doctor: You got the chart?

Nurse: Right here.

Doctor: Not much here is there

Nurse: No doctor, no obvious physical
trauma. Vitals are stable.

Doctor: Name?

Nurse: No sir.

Doctor: Did someone drop him off? Maybe we could speak to them. Let's get some background on this fella.

Nurse: No ID. Nothing. And he won't speak to anybody.

Doctor: Well, let's say hello. Good Morning, I'm Dr. Wasson. How are you today? How - are - you today?! Look son, you're in a safe place. We wanna help in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us. We can't help you otherwise. What's happened? Tell me everything............

Tool - Lost Keys
Non Official Video

Rosetta Stoned:

Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.

10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy
when a flaming stealth banana split the sky
like one would hope but never really expect
to see in a place like this.
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime
and stopping right at my Birkenstocks,
and me yelping...

Holy f**king shit!

Then the X-Files being,
Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan
with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of
vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix descent
Outta the butt end of the banana vessel
And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,
and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
and all I could think was:
"I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice
that I pissed my f**kin' pants."

So light in his way,
Like an apparition, [that]
He had me crying out,
"F**k me
It's gotta be
the Deadhead Chemistry
The blotter got on top of me
Got me seein' E-motherf**kin'-T!"

And after calming me down
with some orange slices
and some fetal spooning,
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One,
the One who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from f**kin' high school.

You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better listen.

Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See, my heart is pounding
'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now!

It was so real,
Like I woke up in Wonderland.
All sorta terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
While I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why
Y'all sound like Peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally, it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing
'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now!

You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I've just said!
See the Dead ain't touring
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin.

Strapped down [to] my bed
Feet cold [and] eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed.

Hey ...

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the One
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,
To write it down for all the world to see.

But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again ...
Typical.

Strapped down [to] my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Sunkist and Sudafed *
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help, I'm brain dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed

I can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero
Can't remember what they said
Bob help me!
Can't remember what they said

[We] don't know, [and we] won't know

God damn, shit the bed!

Tool - Rosetta Stoned
Non Official Video

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