MEMBER SINCE: December 2005
occupation: student of psychology
fantasy: Read my stories, it's all there.
makes me happy: jagermeister, cuddles, someone staying.
sign: cancer
stats: think potato
into: writing, leathesmithing, breaking and entering into peoples minds, and reverse engineering the thought processes or a fucked up person to figure out how they got that way so I can be nothing like them.
i lost my virginity: to a crazy hippie telepath that kept me close enough to be caught in her storm, but not enough to be in her shelter. Then let loose at sea without a compass or a sail. She thinks her name is Cedar... I fucking hate mindless hippies. Not all hippies, just most.
makes me sad: someone leaving, lack of anyone around at all..... absolute silence... No words or even thoughts familiar floating in the astral winds.
crush: none, I am in love with the feeling of being in love, but have seperated it from the memory of any particular person
most humbling moment: When I realised that every woman leaves me because I know too much about them too fast. Sometimes I wish I didn't have the gift I have.
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I'm insane, which is the least of my problems. To date still the funniest thing I've ever seen was a piguon getting hit by a car and the feathers just exploding off the windshield creating this cloud of feathers that got stuck on my windshield wipers being as I was driving behind the car that hit it. I know that this makes me evil, but I'm ok with that. I'm content knowing that I'm a sick fucker, I just need to make sure from now on I only date women just as sick. I need to make sure they see the world through the blood tinted lenses that I do. I'm not even sure why I'm postingthis here... Not like anyone's going to read it. Oh well... who knows.....