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Me on the left in a tux, then my dad and my little bro
<god created pot>
<man booze created>
<><who do trust??? you><>

hit me up, im always up to meeting new people.

BASICS

Height:179 cm - 183 cm (5'11" - 6')
Weight:69 Kg - 73 Kg (151 lbs - 160 lbs)
Birthday:February 08, 1990
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Living Situation:Living with parents/relatives
Location:Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada
Join Date:04:13pm | Mar 29, '07
Profile Updated:02:15pm | Dec 17, '09
Last Active:03:41am | Jun 01, '08

INTERESTS

Art:Drawing, Song Writing, Writing
Animals/Pets:Cats, Reptiles
Video Games:First person shooter, Fighting, Racing, Strategy
Cars:Drifting, Tuning, Motorbikes
Music:Death Metal, Hardcore, Industrial, Metal, Rock, Techno
Activities:Drinking, Listening to music, Partying, Pool/Billiards, Dancing
Musical Instruments:Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Electric Guitar, Fiddle, Kit Drums, Violin
Computers:E-mail, Gaming, Graphics, Surfing the net

FUNNY STONER STORY

These three guys die in a car wreck and they all go to Hell. When they arrive the Devil asks each of the men what their sin was. The first guy says, "It's gotta be the booze. I'm always drunk."
The Devil decides to lock him in a room with nothing but shelves of every kind of alcohol imaginable.

The guy's thinking, "Fuck yeah! Look at all this alcohol!" and runs into the room.

The second guy says, "It's the women, I could never stay faithful to my wife."

The devil opens up the second door and inside is nothing but the finest looking naked women as far as the eye can see. The guy was to be locked in for 100 years. He couldn't believe it and his dick got instantly hard and he went running into the room as the Devil locked the door behind him.

The third dude says, "It's gotta be pot. I'm always tokin' up."

The Devil opens the third door to reveal nothing but fields of 10 foot tall icky, sticky, take-a-toke, make-ya-choke, chronic, green, death bud. The stoner can't believe it. He goes in and takes a seat Indian style with his back to the door and the Devil shuts and locks the door.

One hundred years pass and the Devil returns to check on the three men.

He opens the first door and the man comes crawling out. He's got an empty bottle in one hand, he's completely naked, hasn't shaved or showered in years, and is covered in his own puke, shit, and piss. "I'll never drink again!" he says.

The Devil says it's good he learned something and decides to give him a second shot at life.

The Devil then comes to the third door. He opens it and sees nothing has changed. The stoner is still sitting there in the same position that he was 100 years ago.

The Devil asks him if he's learned anything.

The stoner turns around as a tear rolls down his cheek, "You gotta light, man?"

WHAT YOUR NAME MEANS?

A: Likes to drink.
B: People person.
C: Is wild and crazy
D: Has one of the best personalities ever.
E: A DAMN GOOD KISSER
F: People adore you.
G: Never let people tell you what to do.
H: Has a very good personality and looks.
I: Loves everyone
J: Lives life for fun.
K: Really silly.
L: Is wild and crazy.
M: Makes dating fun
N: Dead sexy.
O: Best in bed.
P: Popular with all types of people.
Q: A hypocrite.
R: Fuckin crazy
S: Easy to fall in love with
T: Loyal to those you love.
U: Really like to chill.
V: Not judgemental.
W: Very broad minded.
X: Never let people tell you what to do.
Y: One of the best damn bf/gf ne one could ask for.
Z: Always ready



J: Lives life for fun.
O: Best in bed.
R: Fuckin crazy
I: Loves everyone
N: Dead sexy.

UNTITLED

Sweatshop Union - Humans Race
Inside the place where we hide our face
And try to fake out fate with the faith we place
Inside a world wide race where the humans chase
For more than what we're given

Nowadays people don't talk freely
We walk these streets, go home
And not be seen, we watch TV alone
Then phone in our orders for Chinese delivery
Closed in our quarters, so high we forget
That we ever knew any better than this
And now we swim in the sewage
Together in bliss and it’s a sad state of affairs
They're making us scared to even set foot outside our own houses
And now it’s like every place I look I see
Propaganda from the papers, to the books I read
And they're preparing us for a staged terrorist war
So they can centralize the power and have us scared to the core
My parents ignored, I guess it’s just too deeply imbedded in their heads
That the truth is on TV, So breathe deep and be free of all this
Civilized society or whatever you call it

Sometimes I get lost in my trips through escapism
Vision of a world free from greed, war, racism
And isn't it a gift how I'm free inside
They can steal a child’s mind but never rob him of his light
And some nights we all fall asleep feeling like hypocrites
Say you changed the world but only talked a bit of shit
We all quit on ourselves from one point or another
Suffer bouts with self doubt as we try to recover
But it all starts from thought and talk which leads to action
How far can we be pushed, till we respond with reaction?
For now I turn my back and all I wanna leave behind
This peace of mind is an illusion of the freedom I can't find

The freedom, the freedom, the freedom I can't find
The freedom, the freedom, the freedom I can't find
The freedom, the freedom, the freedom I can't find
The freedom I can't find, the freedom I can't find

Inside the place where we hide our face
And try to fake out fate with the faith we place
Inside a world wide race where the humans chase
For more than what we're given

Inside the place where we hide our face
And try to fake out fate with the faith we place
In a world wide race where the humans chase
And try to take things from the living

Why yes, Just watch who you playing
It ain't me in a way, where the odds are on my side
*Count em up* one three five
It ain't beyond a day
I can't even find my mind, *help me out*
Be my guide
It ain't beyond a day
I got no one to blame, I got nothing but shame
And it's a rainy day, I need sunshine
But I'm just one blind man
Nothing left to see and nothing left to say
But nothing left to hear and nothing left to jade
And nothing left me yesterday because I had nothing left to say
Nothing, done up and went away
When the same pain became insane
Picture in the picture frame
You big bitch to plain
Kiss your brain, this love game
Your history maintains loves smile remains

I'll take a leave of absence
With a sleeve of Abstinthe
5 grams of magic mushrooms
And I'll see what happens
And if you need me
I won't be reached
I'll be relaxing
With my feet up
Send a postcard
I'll read the caption
I don't need distractions
Coffee, weed or aspirin
Just open minds and open hearts
So come see us rapping
And when I'm done doing my thing
I won't be a has been
I'll just be done doing my thing
With my seat relaxing

And on the day I die
I can say I tried to save my tribe
Please don't cry
Away I fly where I can play by my rules
And take my time, reach those skies
And on the day I die
I can say I tried to save my tribe
Please don't cry
Away I fly where I can play by my rules
And take my time, reach those skies

Inside the place where we hide our face
And try to fake out fate with the faith we place
Inside a world wide race where the humans chase
For more than what we're given

Inside the place where we hide our face
And try to fake out fate with the faith we place
In a world wide race where the humans chase
And try to take things from the living




Immortal Technique - Internally Bleeding
Yea... Yea... Ay yo
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside
Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die
And niggaz wonder why my heart is filled of hatred an anger
Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger
I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold
Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold
My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer
But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer
Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers
The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion
Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christian
I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me
And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs
The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues
Like "Che Guevara" my soliloquies speak to a gun
Paint in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun
Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ
Like Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who kills
Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger
But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave
Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America
Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books
Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded
Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no
Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator
Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair
Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used
In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light
Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight
The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I
Stand on his right..

Death is a another part of life..
These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning
These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning

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07:21pm | Jan 02, '08 | No Comments
So while at work, I was preparing an order(I work at DQ) and had to break apart some frozen burger patties. i was reefing on them to get them apart, and my hand slipped and caught a corner and tore through a section of my right hands pinky finger. i thought it was nothing and got a ride to the hospital, where i found out that i cut completely through the nerve and artery, and through 95% of the tendon. I had surgery done, she had to extend the cut up and down my finger, there was a total of 6 stitches on the inside and 7 on the outside. In just over a week i can go in and get the stitches removed, but will need to get a splint also to hold my hand in the same position for approximately three months so i do not tear the tendon, and can undergo therapy to work my hand and wrist back to full strength. Like I said this sucks shit!!!