madpoe317 I have never loved a month as I love October

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PROFILE

age: 27 (May 14, 1985)

MEMBER SINCE: September 2007

occupation: Sound designer, Writer, poet and film maker

heroes: my father an x heroin addict

i lost my virginity: she took advantage of me

most humbling moment: It wouldn't be humble if I talked about it

stats: a right deserved asshole

crush: My Machette walking Baby

gets me hot: getting her hottt, making her unable to talk-see-think or know what the hell is going on. ohhh the power of the tounge

makes me sad: THAT I DON'T GET TO PERSONALLY STRANGLE ANYONE WHO ABUSES ANIMALS, BUT DONT LET THAT CONFUSE , ILL STEAL A TREE HUGGERS SUSHI LUNCH MONEY

makes me happy: Making anyone smile and laugh. Working on music and audio production. Touching oohh so softly, getting supper hot, bitting, scratching, making her scream & begging me to stop as she is blinded and cant walk like a baby dear, pretty much rocking the box and bitting the bizkit. Oh and making a rukus. Entertaining guests. Game nights, dinner partys and jack Daniels....... WHISKEY! WHISKEY! WHISKEY! Seeing how much she loves me.

fantasy: ive lived em, OK OK ROCKING HER BOX IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AUDITORIUM ON THE STAGE OF MY HIGH SCHOOL, on a plain, in a train in the fog, mud and rain

sign: tauras i am the FUCKING BULL

Tuesday

APRIL 10, 2012 @ 06:46 AM | 2 COMMENTS

How's one to blog here?

I have been wanting to blog recently and haven't really figured where to do it.
More importantly why do I want to blog, do i want to be heard? Do I just need release.

First and formost I love the feel and act of hand writing. There is something so soothing to me about the feeling of pen indenting paper, release of stress, release of ink, scratch the paper, scratch the suffice. Find words and connections, sort out how i feel and think. Feel the curves ride the crosses see and understand our links.

I get caught in the act of storytelling, breathe but never blink.

I want to blog but I don't know if this is the place. I want people to notice, but i am not doing it for the attention. Maybe I just want a random connection, an outsiders observation. I don't feel my writing will get its just due, its perfect cue, its hot pursuit where people pay to see sexy woman.

Maybe some shirtless pics will do the trick