Wednesday, 08 July 2009

  • Jokes To Offend - Cosby Kids

       Q: What would Martin Luther King Jr. be if he was white?
       A: Alive

       Q: How do they make roads in South Africa?
       A: They make the African people lay down and have every other one smile.

       Q: What do you call a black guy who goes to college?
       A: A Basketball player.

       Q: How do you break up the "Million Man March"?
       A: Fly overhead with helicopters and drop job applications.

       Q: Why are black ladies pocket books so big?
       A: They have to put their lipstick some where.

       Q: Why are all black people fast?
       A: Because the slow ones are in jail.

       Q: What's long and hard on a blackman?
       A: The first grade.

       Q: What do you call a black guy with a fan?
       A: Antique air conditioner

       Q: What travels at 200km's a hour?
       A: A black man hearing a dollar drop to the ground.

       A black woman was filling out forms at the welfare office. Under "Number of children," she wrote "10," and where it said "List names of children," she wrote "Leroy." When she handed in the form, the woman behind the desk pointed out: "Now here where it says "List names of children," you're supposed to write the names of each one of your children." "Dey all named Leroy," said the black woman. "That's very unusual. When you call them, how do they know which one you want?" asked the welfare worker. "Oh, den I uses the last names."

       A truck driver is driving through a little town in Georgia with a truck-load of bowling balls. In this town there are 2 state troopers who hate truck drivers with a passion. The truck driver sees the two and turns off at the next exit. He sees a little black boy on a bike hitchhiking. He picks up the little boy, but tells him, "You can't ride up here, but you can ride in the back." So he puts the little black boy and his bike in the back and gets back on the interstate. The two state cops see him again and pull him over. They start looking for something to write him up for.
       They can't find anything so they are about to let him go when one says to the other, "We forgot to check the back." So one goes to the back; opens the doors; slams them back; and goes back up to the truck driver. The cop, whiter than a ghost and scared as hell, says, "Get the hell out of my town; get the hell out of my state; get the hell out of my county; and don't ever come back." So the truck driver leaves.
       When the troopers get back into the car, one looks at the other and says, "What the hell did you see back there?" The other says, "That guy was carrying a truck-load of black babies... and one had already hatched and stolen a bike!"

       Q: Why don't black kids play in sand boxs?
       A: Because they are afraid the cats will try to cover them up.

       Q: What are three things you can't give a black person?
       A: A black eye, a fat lip, and a job.

       Q: What is the diffrence between a black guy and a pizza
       A: A pizza can feed a family of four.

       Q: Why was the black child crying?
       A: He had diarrhea and thought he was melting

       A slave was driving his White owner to the market place in a horse-drawn carriage. As they traveled North along the road, they started to come upon an intersection with a stop sign. Coming towards them from the East was another carriage. The slave was worried because if he slowed to stop, the owner would know he knew how to read; and he'd be in deep trouble. So, deciding to not risk it, he pushed on and both carriages crashed.
       After climbing out of the wreckage, the owner began to hit the slave and screamed: "Why the FUCK didn't you stop, Nigger?!"
       The slave looked up at him and responded: "I saw dat dere octogon shape and didn know what it meant sah..."
       The owner looked down at him and said: "Who the fuck taught you about OCTOGONS?!"

       Coming Next Week:
       Jokes To Offend - Snowballing

Tuesday, 07 July 2009

  • Why I Do What I Do - Protecting Xanga

       I guess you could call this another part of a mini-series of blogs explaining who I am and how I operate.

       I've been trying harder lately to become more involved in the community. While I still refuse to take part in the silly "contests" that only promote individual gains, rather than community spirit, I've dipped my hand into the more sinister aspects of this site. As such, I feel as if I've sort of elevated myself to the "White Knight" personality. Except I'm still mean as hell.

       Now I'm not saying I'm the saviour of Xanga, or that I'm the cure for everything that is going wrong on here. I'm not. Not the least bit. But in my head, I feel it is my duty as a member of this community to speak out against, and fight any powers that be that could threaten the integrity and structure of our community. Anything that would dampen our freedom of speech, or possbily cause this site to be shut down is to be met with force, and fervor.
       I lash out at things like what happened on HardestLevel; or Made2Sing4Jesus's "idea"; or BadboyDoomDaddy's antics involving his disabled daughter; or recently, Ron and X-jennababy's criminal behaviour, because I really do give a damn about the Xanga community. I care about how our site is run, or who runs it. I care about whether or not we're being heard by our admins. I care about whether or not we're being represented properly.
       I also care about those who are running this site. Without them, we don't have a site. Back during the Myspace fiascos, I read that Xanga was fined over $1mil for allowing under 13 year-olds to hold accounts on here, in spite of the TOS clearly stating they are verboten to do so. If you haven't been able to tell, the recession has hit Xanga quite brutally; and they're not exactly deep in the black--though not deep in the red either, I hope. For Xanga to get hit with more fines, would be devastating to our community.
       I care about the XT because they've gone to great lengths to provide us such a diverse and unified forum in which we can communicate. They're not just faces that punch in codes. They're actual people with actual jobs; and running Xanga is their job; their food; their home; their bills. It's also their passion. And anything that would threaten that passion, is subject to the very depths of my vitriol.

       All the people we know on here, we met through here (okay, many of them would be more accurate). A vast majority of our relationships and friendships have sprung up on Xanga. Notably, myself and Ritz becoming a couple (the best couple in existence, and you know it!); Kestryl and Chris; and Nathan and Adelynne.
       I met my current closest friend Semo on here. We've been friends throughout the entirety of the last 4 or 5 years, and he's helped me through the worst of my times.
       My roommate is none other than GunstarHero1988, another Xangan. He's helped me out financially and emotionally as both a roommate and a friend.
       After my horrendous break-up with Jess, I spent almost a year or more without a girlfriend, until Ritz came into my life through an AIM chat with Nori. Ever since then, my disposition towards my life has vastly improved; and I find myself learning (and maintaining a good working knowledge of) a secondary language. Not only that, but I've learned to accept who I am, and to work on changing the major flaws that hold me back from achieving the zenith of my potential. I fell in love with her, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with her. A deep part of me is completed, thanks to her being in my life.
       Without Xanga, none of this would've happened. I'd be without her, and my friends.

       And what of you? What of the friendships you've sown over the year(s) you've been plugging away at your keyboards? The loves that have come and gone (or stayed)? The blogrings you devoted yourself to. The Featured Entries you swarmed to, just to continue those (inter)national connections we hold so dear in this COMMUNITY.
       Yes, that's right: Xanga is not just a blogging site. It's a living, breathing community.

       And as long as "forces conspire" to cause potential harm to the life of this community, I will remain immovable in my stance to speak out, and protect that which I've come to love. Xanga helped me mature into someone far more intelligent than I was 4+ years ago. Xanga has brought me many new friends, joys, interests, and ideas.
       And I bet it has for you too.

       I'll always stand up for what Xanga is. For what I see in Xanga.
       And I hope you all will too.

       So heed this warning:
       Don't fuck with Xanga.

  • X-Jennababy Update

       For those who just read about it, a Xangan by the name in the title posted underage nude pictures of herself on the site. She was reported to the Xanga Team, who will be notifying the proper authorities on the matter. There's a difference between tasteful nudity (art, sex-ed), and whorish sex trolling. There's also a difference (legally) between Adult nudity, and child porn.

       Don't fuck with the Xanga community.

Monday, 06 July 2009

Wednesday, 01 July 2009

  • FOOLED YA! LOLOLOLOL

       Alright, I think I should mention something that's been bothering me since my pulse about Anyamoore. I've done a post once before about the internet and how it's a little more serious than some would like to give it credit. In that same entry, I mention how despite this being a VIRTUAL forum, we are all very REAL (those of us interacting inside it). We are all still living, breathing entities; but there lies one problem in this virtual world:
       It's virtual.

       What I mean to say is that anyone is anyone and anywhere. You can BE anyone, anytime, anywhere. But some people seriously believe that by masquerading as someone else, and fooling other people, that somehow makes them more... intelligent. Seriously, it's really rather sad to see people gloating over these vacuous "victories". And I'll prove my point:
       I could very easily strip this site down to the very first entry I ever made, or make everything else private and post this up:

       "HA! I fooled you all. I am really a 47 year old female prostitute named Lola. Here are my REAL pics!

      

       Fooled ya!"

       And to be honest, unless you absolutely KNEW this was the Spitzer prostitute's picture, I'd've fooled quite a few of you. If not more. Why? Because it's fucking EASY to convince people you're someone over the internet. HELL! It's easy to convince people you're someone else in REAL LIFE! Look at many of the serial killers in our history. Bundy, Gacy, BTK; all of them fooled people into thinking they were good people--and ended up slaughtering many more in the process.
       So explain to me how fooling people on the internet with a fake persona makes you in any way intelligent?

       Our own BrittMiles was fooled by a 36 year-old MARRIED, MALE, CHILD PREDATOR. She's anything but stupid. But this person masqueraded as a young, female lesbian who was single and looking. The act was so convincing; and he managed to even pay off a young girl to pose as him It's. Not. Hard. (oh dear god the innuendos!)
       So really. People. Children. Grow up a little. Even if this Paul "revelation" turns out to be yet ANOTHER ruse, it only shows that those behind it lack any sort of class, or life. Not only that, but they are quite stupid in assuming that their position grants them any sort of clout; or extension of intellect. It doesn't. If you really have to take the time to make a fake persona; a fake blog; and attempt to mass confuse? You're below the level of pathetic. When your behaviour--your actions--make Kike seem like a prodigy of taste, tact, and intelligence?
       That's when you know you're a complete failure as a writer, and as a person.

        And finally: Antisoccermom. If that's really you as "Paul", where do you get off saying that we should read "REAL" writers (ie. you) when you couldn't get people to come to your site without leeching and whoring off of Xanga? If you're such a great writer, why can't you gain an audience on your own merits? ASM.com doesn't have Metros to whore out on. Maybe that's the real reason you were "successful"?
       One way or another: you're just another sad pathological liar. And the more you do these stunts, the more you hurt yourself. God help your children. May they never grow up to resemble you in any way.

       And to the rest of Xanga: We've come to know and accept that we'll have trolls. But if any of you seriously take the time to stalk others; or make hate blogs designed to hurt and stalk others; you are nothing more than a lifless waste. A sycophantic, idiotic, maloderous loser. And if you take any, ANY pleasure or interest in doing these things: then you really need psychiatric help.

       Do you know if I am who I am? Do you REALLY know who I am? Maybe I hired someone to portray me in all of my Vlogs and XTVs.

       He certainly doesn't talk the way I write, now does he?

       </food for thought>

Monday, 29 June 2009

  • Death Traffic

       From Me To VaneDave: Hold on, so Xanga is amateur for not featuring some news about Jacko? Really? Honestly, I'm GLAD nothing was featured. Why must we all make such a huge bloody deal about the deaths of "celebrities", when people are dying every day? People that are far closer to us than Jacko ever could be? Why should a post about his death overshadow that of a father--or Mother--of a Xangan? Honestly, the fact that Xanga stayed out of the mainstream bandwagon's path made me feel like this site was a lot more mature than the media, and the rest of the world.

       He's dead. Big deal. Many die.

       Where were the Featured posts of Farrah? Or Pryor? Or Brown?

       What makes Michael more deserving?

       From VaneDave To Me: Aww come on! This is about traffic. Pure and simple. Xanga lost loads of potential traffic by ignoring this. You may not care, but that puts you in the vast minority on this one. Like it or not, this is one of the biggest news stories of the decade.

       So, is that really what people's lives are coming down to? Garnering traffic for weblog sites? Now, I'm going to flat out say that I doubt HIGHLY that Dave means it in this manner. It'd be pure insanity on my part to immediately assume that Dave's intentions are solely in making Xanga on par with E!, or those other vacuous media outlets (FOX, MSNBC, CNN, et al.). But this statement alone... fills me with an immense feeling of... depression? Disgust? It really just doesn't look good. At all.

       How can we possibly measure someone's death based on internet traffic statistics? How can that even be IMPORTANT?! Why the HELL would any of us want Xanga's "popularity" to be based around gathering the most traffic off of the tragedies of others? Isn't that just a little... psychotic? Depraved? Insensitive?! Especially when you consider that the person in question was not just a prolific musician, but a deeply disturbed individual whose very existence was begging for an end.
       If you disagree, please feel free to research his private life. Look into his feelings towards his fame, and why he worked so hard to perfect the craft he displayed so well. It wasn't because he enjoyed the music; it was because the reactions he got made him feel loved.

       But people are blowing his death out of proportion. Does EVERY media outlet need to cover it? Really? So, you're basically saying that Jackson's death is just as important as OJ Simpson's trial was? Or that Simpson's trial was important at all?! How many people die every day who have contributed more to people's lives than Jackson? Maybe not a grand total, but there are people out there more deserving of media attention; but they don't get it.
       Instead, they're treated to a small blurb in the local newspaper. The obituaries. And thanks to the grandiose, depraved minds of our society, we've managed to turn every media outlet into another obituary column. Isn't it enough? Soon, our iPods will be podcasting every "major" death imaginable. Can you imagine, streaming the news of your favourite celebrity's death? Or what if the predicted outcome occurs? And Obama is assassinated (I've heard the whisperings around my area so much I'm scared someone's stupid enough to actually do it)? Is that what you want to hear on EVERY GODDAMN OUTLET?!

       And worse still, the argument presented wasn't that Xanga should've paid tribute to him; but that they missed an opportunity for some spotlight.

       That. Is. Fucking. MESSED UP.

       I'll admit that the last hypothetical would be more accepted as important death news. He is our president, after all. But even then, I would rather see responsible, respectful writing; rather than attention-whoring someone's death in order to further one's own personal goals. I'll also addend that Dave does mention in the actual BLOG entry we were commenting on that he was disappointed that Jackson received NO tribute on the Featured page; and didn't mention the need for traffic.
       However, this does not "turn-around" the message of the comment. At least, not if the comment was truly meant the way I am interpreting it. In fact, this only heightens my interpretation because the comment elaborates on the unsaid message of the entry. At least in the way each is worded.

       Dave, you're a cool guy, but what you said was beyond reproach. At least, ethically.

       And want to know what's sad? I'm willing to bet I'll get more comments on this entry, than on my heartfelt introspective piece on myself. Because really, why bother reading about someone's views on themself when they could wax idiotic about someone they never fucking knew, other than through the same media that made him the butt of mockery for the last number of years of his depressing life?
       Stay classy.


    (I, in no way, hate VaneDave; nor is this intended to bash him. I just feel his argument and statement were... completely wrong)


  • This World Needs No Bill O'Reillys

       Over the last few years or so, I've pondered exactly why it is people dislike me to the degree that many do. Seemingly, I end up in a skirmish at some point, no matter where I go or whom I meet. Someone, somewhere, is going to do battle with me. In many cases, this comes to bite me hard in the ass; while in rarities, I come out on top (see: my issue with former co-worker, Ricardo).

       One key factor in my issues with people is my inability to handle stupidity and ignorance. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the next Savant. Not by a long shot. Most of my intellectual issues stem from my learning disability, and most my outwardly intellectual appearances (coming across smart to others) is defeated by my occasional speech impediment.
       If you've watched my last few Vlogs, you'll notice it quite quickly.
       But I hate stupidity. I abhor the concept of being stupid. I cannot function properly when someone is saying something stupid, unintelligent, or illogical. If anything, because I cannot fathom how anyone can allow such a gargantuan amount of mental atrophy to disable them to that degree.
       Another key factor is my tendency for being too "extreme" in my judgment process. If I don't like something: I HATE IT. There's few gray areas when it comes to my emotions. It's either love, or hate. Tapioca does not exist in my world; and rightfully so (it tastes fucking disgusting). It's a metaphor, shut up.

       Still another is my tendency to challenge authority. I live under the mindset that no one is above criticism. Everyone is accountable for their words, actions, and behaviour. As such, if I have a supervisor who is lazy, incompetent, and inefficient (I do): I'm going to flat out tell them so. If someone so much as puts me in the hot seat when I don't belong there, I'll become quite verbal; and we all know what that's like.
       It's also why I have a hard time holding down a job; let alone the fact I learn at a slower pace than most...

       I don't have a lot of patience. Especially not for those who place themselves low on the intellectual spectrum. As someone who has a hard time learning and retaining information, I value intellect with the highest regard. Ergo, anyone lowering their intellect in any way, disgusts me. Not just a dislike... DISGUST. And I'll give a prime example:

       The co-worker I mentioned, Ricardo, once tried to enter into religious debate with me. How it began was that I simply asked him about his religious views. I was curious because I'd heard him use "God" a couple of times, but wasn't sure what vein of "God" he meant. As it turned out, he's a Christian. Later, it turns out he's a fundamentalist, but that's another issue altogether.
       The topic moved onto me. He wanted to know my views on religion and what I believed. I explained that I felt that religion is nothing more than a placebo. It's a way to fulfill a psychological need (Security) as per Maslov's Pyramid. To me, religion is too unsubstantiated to be scientific; and too open to interpretation to be considered "logical". As such, I subscribe to the Marxist way of approaching religion: "Mankind makes his religion, religion does not make mankind."

       To this, he promptly laughed in my face, and turned to my co-worker José (who likes me a LOT [platonically] mind you) to berate me in front of me. He stood there and flat out insulted me to my co-worker. With me standing there.
       To add into this, when I explained that I had Autism (and Aspergers') he was prompt in his response (this is before the incident that got him fired): "You're not Autistic. I can tell."

       Me: "Oh? And how do you know this? Have you done any research? Are you educated on it?"
       Him: "Oh yeah. I took two psychology classes. One adult and one child."

       And people wonder why I stream into a cacophony of "fuck"s, "cunt"s, and "shit"s. This is why. I hate seeing people waste their brains, their potential intellect in ways that forces them into stupidity and ignorance. Another prime example is our old sex-maniac: Hector. He's had some intelligent things to say, but he constantly undermines these efforts by being a radical, left-winged, close-minded, creepy-as-fuck, fundamentalist crackpot. Essentially, he's the same as Bill O'Reilly, only not a Christian.
       I hate Bill O'Reilly, and anyone that behaves like him. Why? Because they're taking their position and using it in a way that is degrading to themselves, and detrimental to the very social fabrics that are barely holding this poor-ass country together.

       This is my biggest problem, and the biggest reason why I can quickly become disliked: I do not have patience for O'Reillys. None. And when I encounter one--or someone starts to act like one--I do not hold back. I don't believe in holding back. If anything because people have been holding back for too long (in my eyes). People are so afraid of stepping on toes; afraid of hurting someone's feelings; afraid to be honest with themselves and the people around them. Why? Because the truth is brutal, cold, and unyielding. It hurts. And because everyone is suing everyone for everything.
       This is because O'Reillys exist. This is why homophobia is rampant; and why Christians and Jews are constantly attacked; why Muslims are ridiculed and labeled "terrorists"; why blacks discriminate against whites; why whites discriminate against blacks; why racism itself exists. Because O'Reillys exist.

       And this is one of the many reasons why I don't get along with people.

       Another thing about me that tends to bother people is my usage of profanities. What many don't understand about me is that the angrier I become, the more prevalent vulgarities will be in my speech. To me, vulagarisms are simply an expression of intense emotion. Specifically the word "Fuck". That word is by far my favourite because it covers an immense amount of linguistic ground; from the parts of speech (nouns, verbs, adjectives) to emotions.
       I have an unending respect for "vulgarities", if anything for their proper place in linguistics. And it pains me to hear the cries of intolerance over the words. Granted, I cannot properly defend "cunt". But my argument for "fuck" still stands. And no, none of this was to justify using the words repeatedly. Thus is the curse of Stream of Consciousness writing...
       Getting back to my original point: I curse far more when I'm angry, because it helps me deal with/and adequately express my anger. Rather than hit someone, I prefer to say: "Go fuck yourself". It's way more constructive, and honestly does NOT reflect on my grasp of the English language; nor is it a reflection on my ability as a boyfriend, friend, or human being. To insinuate otherwise, is to admit you're a moron.

       Digressions non-withstanding, I feel that the last couple of things that cause me to clash with so many people are: my social views, and my sense of humour.

       My social views are something that I've yet to be able to classify; mostly out of educational ignorance. I'm an anti-Feminist, and anti-Maleist. I don't agree with either philosophy. I'm a proponent of Equalism: a belief that all peoples are equal in every aspect. We're all human beings. Women don't deserve more or special rights, neither do men. Christians? No. Atheists? No. The list goes on. The only exceptions I make are in the cases of people who are afflicted with diseases or disorders that cause their abilites to fall out of the "norm" scope.
       This includes those with physical and mental handicaps; be whatever they may (Cancer, Autism, Downs syndrome, Muscular dystrophy, et al.)
       Because of this view (Equalism), I hold people responsible for their actions to a degree that becomes just insufferable. My parents can attest to this, as every moment of my life was riddled with my aversion to their law: "Because I'm the parent". It never meant a thing to me. They were people, and as such were subject to the same critical laws I was. My being their son had no bearing on my ability to tell them they were wrong; nor did it ever deter me. Which explains why I got kicked out at the age of 21.
       I also do not accept the notion that someone who does good things for others should be exonerated when they do something wrong. Which is why I hate when someone says: "Why are you yelling at me [for being a jerk right now]? I _________ (insert nice thing here) for you!" That's invalid to me. Kindness is one thing, jackassedness is another. One does not cleanse the other. If you're being a jerk to me at the moment for no damn good reason, I'm calling you on it, regardless of that kidney you gave me.
       I also believe that all religions should be tolerated (exceptions being cults like in Waco, and Scientology). No one religion is right, because none can be proved to be universally right. They are only right for the person(s) practising them. Therefore: To impose one's religious wills on another of a differing viewpoint is tantamount to ignorance.
       I believe that everyone has the same rights (unless you break the law i.e. being a paedophile, killing, et cetera.). A homosexual is no different from a heterosexual, except that they like having sex with the same gender. Oh gosh. How utterly absurd and hurtful! They're human beings. Pure and simple. Until they start growing horns and little red tails, I'll continue to treat them as human beings; and as such they are ENTITLED to the same rights that us Heterosexuals have. The same holds for every race, creed, and gender.
       I'm an equal opportunity lender and offender.

       Lastly, my sense of humour is certainly an area that won't win me too many friends; especially the overly conservative, PC, prudent kinds. I enjoy "Dead Baby Jokes" (to the point where I made a Facebook group glorifying them; to this day, I still get death threats and hate mail over them), enjoy racist jokes, enjoy jokes about murder, cancer, rape, the Holocaust, and even 9/11. I'm big into "dark humour", and enjoy it a little moreso than "traditional" comedy (being the "upper-class" brand that uses more "word play" and "cleaner" jokes).
       I'm a big fan of comedians like Stephen Lynch, George Carlin, and Daniel Tosh; but I also love Bill Engvall, Jeff Dunham, and Bill Cosby. I love the irony in many horror stories. I love hearing a funny one-liner after someone's entrails are strewn across a granite floor, and mostly: I love a well-written "shock joke"; just as much as one that's just flat out tasteless.

       And it's really no wonder why I get so much hate mail, and no wonder why I don't get along with too many people.

       But you know? I rather like it that way. Without enemies, life would be boring.

       But without O'Reillys, life would be perfect.

Thursday, 25 June 2009

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

  • The Storm Has Passed

       I recently received word that there will be changes to the rules regarding editing of Featured entries. There will be revisions to the entire plethora of Xister sites in regards to editing and usage of editorial rights! YES! Everyone is going to be treated with the respect we deserve!

       This is great news, and a huge step for those of us fighting against the oppressive nature of some of the editorial members of these sites.
       I won't fight for it, but I'd still like to try my hand at being a part of the Editorial Staff of HL. I was really considering it before this whole fiasco; and the events kinda fueled that fire.
       I hope it's up for consideration!

           Though, I get the feeling I won't be Featured anymore.


    RECOMMEND THIS ENTRY TO ALL WHO WERE AFFECTED BY THESE EVENTS!

Monday, 22 June 2009

  • Vlog - The Xister's Have Failed

    Contains some foul language (I'm angry, obviously)



       For the record: I still support Autisable 100%. Maybe Datingish around 50%. 60% on a good day.
    Also, I never heard back from John about what's going on with HardestLevel; OR my complaint. Even though I was promised a result. I was told to give him a "few days"; well it's now Sunday. Time's up. I will begin my "crusade"--so to speak--against HardestLevel, the "staff", and Xanga's top, until I get some damn results. Oh, and I was never given the chance to help; despite being told they'd "love" to have my help.
       I've been blocked by Awinnerisyou from viewing HardestLevel sites as well. WHERE'S THE RESPECT? Xanga has no respect for its users, nor the complaints thereof. I will not be satisfied until Awinnerisyou has been fired from the staff. He's a joke, an amateur, and a complete detriment to our community.

       I'm tired of the lies Xanga!

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    • Birthday: 4/12/1985
    • Gender: Male
    • Member Since: 4/29/2004
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  • I'm diagnosed Bi-Polar I, Autistic (Asperger's Syndrome), and clinically Paranoid with a Schizotypal personality. This leads me to bizarre worlds and encounters. I drink to excess when I can, sleep when possible, and plot the deaths of millions, all in a single breath. I am narcissistic yet humble, cruel yet caring, destructive yet saviour-like. I contradict my contradictions in an effort to make wrongs right. I am friend, foe, lover, murderer, poet and tactless punk. I am living poetry. Enough is said.

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