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Imported Pictures
September 08, 2008These are pictures Nexopia has moved into the gallery when we updated our picture system.
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BASICS
| Birthday: | April 28, 1990 |
| Sexual Orientation: | Heterosexual |
| Living Situation: | Living alone |
| Location: | Mission, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada |
| Join Date: | 02:59am | Jun 19, '08 |
| Profile Updated: | 05:00am | Dec 21, '09 |
| Last Active: | 02:54am | Apr 30, '10 |
INTERESTS
| Reading Material: | Magazines, Poetry |
| Movies: | Drama, Independent, Tearjerkers, Teen |
| Art: | Body Art, Drawing, Clothing design, Film/Video Making, Journal Writing, Painting, Photography, Sculpture, Song Writing, Writing |
| Sports: | Football (American), Snowboarding, Surfing, Swimming, Ultimate Frisbee, Volleyball |
| Activities: | Listening to music, Shopping, Traveling, Religion/Spirituality, Dancing |
| Musical Instruments: | Cello |
| Outdoor: | Camping, Going to the beach, Suntanning, Traveling |
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LATEST BLOG ENTRY
10:50am | Jun 23, '08 | Comments(3)
We're missing something.
But cannot catch the words on our tongues.
This seat is empty,
Bare.
Where is that boy?
The one who enterd class
With spilt paint on his hands
And inspiration under his fingernails.
That kid with the strange threads,
Blemished with sweet fumes of cologne and
Nicotine.
His headphones full of screams,
And a mind no one found a way to enter.
He loved the stars.
He loved the wind.
He loved being
hugged.
His shades covered the eyes
Similar to those of Peter Pan.
He had no shadow;
A lost boy.
That walk of his was to a different
Beat. And he wore a heavy heart on
His sleeve.
We stare at his emptiness,
His brokenness,
His
loneliness.
Fear has taken his place,
And the place of a loving
Heart beat.
There has been a death today.
Belonging to a boy on his eighteenth
Birthday.
But cannot catch the words on our tongues.
This seat is empty,
Bare.
Where is that boy?
The one who enterd class
With spilt paint on his hands
And inspiration under his fingernails.
That kid with the strange threads,
Blemished with sweet fumes of cologne and
Nicotine.
His headphones full of screams,
And a mind no one found a way to enter.
He loved the stars.
He loved the wind.
He loved being
hugged.
His shades covered the eyes
Similar to those of Peter Pan.
He had no shadow;
A lost boy.
That walk of his was to a different
Beat. And he wore a heavy heart on
His sleeve.
We stare at his emptiness,
His brokenness,
His
loneliness.
Fear has taken his place,
And the place of a loving
Heart beat.
There has been a death today.
Belonging to a boy on his eighteenth
Birthday.
april 28, 2008