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Location: Georgia, United States
Birthday: 5/14/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: RUGBY, running around in circles in the woods (some people call this "cross-country"), and other things
Expertise: Ehe...what can't I do?
Occupation: Other
Industry: Retail
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Member Since:
9/17/2003
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| crunk ain't dead. someone should put that on a chain in giant letters. oh...wait...
"You're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life."
"If you can get your meaning from a dictionary, maybe I should fall in love with you."
"Maybe I should just go."
"Oh, wait..."
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To the tune of Pistolero.
"And so on this day, his faith in humanity wavered. He could not lose all hope in humanity, not in one instant. That would be melodramatic. A shaky belief, however, is sometimes enough. This would lead to a simple experiment. The truth's cute, but a lie is much sexier. Besides, he was just another worthless human being destroying other worthless things. Right? Right...?"
The bar was packed, for a wednesday night. He had already forgotten the name of the town. Todos los pueblos son lo mismo, anyway. Tranquilo. Forget it. She already did. Besides, there's better in the car. Where's that damn flask. Go. Find it. God. Thank you. Good. Glorious. Gold. No, actually, though the color was the same. He'd gone through the general ideas about life when searching for meaning in a four thousand dollar bottle of scotch, but hey, it was tasty. That was enough. He'd get pissed on this designer drink and then kill a bum or two. That always made him feel better. Maybe he'd find some people's lives to mess up on the way. That always distracted him long enough to get a couple hours' sleep and move on to the next town. Nothing left for him on earth. Just waiting for God to come, right?
Pistolero.
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Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over
Oh, and if you ever cross that line... convikt muzik
Word college is a silly place. At least I have time to write. Too much time, now, unfortunately, but not for long hopefully? We'll see how it all works out.
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| rofl. like, serious. Life is funny!
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| My first run in a few months--just under five miles, up and down hills, 101 degree weather, on four ounces of water and no food. ^.^
I am glad that I have a truly painful hobby. Life would seem difficult without it
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| "Why bother helping them?"
"Wrong question."
"You think you're so smart and you have everything figured out."
"Actually, I wish I were wrong. More than anything."
"I hate your enigmas, Vincent, I really do."
"That's a bit pathetic. But I forgive you."
"You are not the authority on forgiveness."
"I think that first you must hold a bias that the phrase has any meaning at all to begin with."
"Stop. Please."
"Fair enough. Just trying to help."
"You've never helped them."
"That's because...I don't need to explain this. Not right now, at least. Let's talk about something else."
"Wow, Vincent. Wow. I'm impressed. I didn't think you had feelings."
"Neither did I."
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