antihero_wraith

1. ...the whole world went away. [cop out!]
2. ...nothing i do makes a difference. [to anyone, to anything, ever]
3. ...abdomen. [the suggestion of ribs beneath skin trailing down to a flat stomach to the slight rise of hipbones]

1. Shadows and half truths glimpsed in imperfect light
2. Open your eyes and you will see
3. Spawn. My angel my protector watches over me from atop my work monitor.
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And here's a survey stolen from xtina

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Locust
2. Wraith
3. Glitch

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My extreme adaptability
2. My ink
3. My skeletal structure

THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My extreme adaptability
2. My social retardation
3. My ability to speak [would be much happier as a mute]

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Italian
2. Irish
3. Stoner?

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND:
1. Females
2. The english language
3. The reason I do things at work

THREE THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU:
1. Willfully ignorant people
2. Winter drivers
3. Females

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. 70+ drivers [damn old people]
2. Little girls with big hammers
3. Silence

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Pot. [gotta get burnt]
2. Watch. [gotta be pimp]
3. Cell phone [gotta stay connected]

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Independent Hat [black/grey asshole label]
2. Spitfire Belt
3. Seiko Watch [gold & silver w/black face]

THREE THINGS ON MY DESK
(i'm at work)
1. Spawn
2. Coffee cup
3. Men's Health Magazine

THREE THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST:
1. "Fuck"
2. "Let's blaze"
3. "Sure is/Sure does/Sure was/Sure do"

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS AT THE MOMENT:
1. Nine Inch Nails
2. Lloyd Banks
3. Peter Gabriel

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITES SONGS AT THE MOMENT:
1. "Growing Up [nin remix]"- Peter Gabriel/Trent Reznor
2. "La Bamba [punk rock cover]"- Rancid
3. "G'd Up"- G-Unit

PEOPLE YOU SPEND THE MOST TIME WITH:
1. Mikey
2. Eskimo
3. Xion [my computer.... and yes he counts!]

THREE REASONS YOU'VE BROKEN UP WITH EXES:
1. She fucked my friends
2. She lied to my face
3. She tried to kill me

THREE THINGS YOU WOULD WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Comfortable silences
2. Honest conversation
3. Good blunt-rolling skills

THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Short, spiky, messy hair
2. Flat stomachs and pointy hipbones
3. Willingness to try new things.

THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T DO:
1. Roll a joint
2. Stick to walls [or other spiderman-ish type things]
3. Kill indiscriminately [not that i am unable physically... just laws and such]

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Playing video games
2. Writing short creative pieces [descriptions, brief backrounds, character bios]
3. Taking pictures [ok ok ok so it's photography... but it was already here...]

THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW:
1. 112g of white widow
2. Ability to fly/shapeshift/teleport [to get the fuck out of here]
3. To hit someone. Hard. Repeatedly. [don't know why... i just wanna deck sumbody]

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Tech support [for anywhere that will have me to do so]
2. Hash bar owner [Amsterdam here I come!]
3. Cleaner. [read: HITMAN]

THREE PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION:
1. Amsterdam, Netherlands
2. Sydney, Austrailia
3. Transatlantic cruise [hell ya!]

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Get way more tattoos
2. Own and wreck a VERY expensive Ford
3. Publish something that I've written

THREE WAYS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO DIE
1. Quickly
2. Violently
3. Messily

[Edited on Jan 18, 2005 8:34AM]

1. Fuck [or SkumFucker]
2. Green [duh]
3. Girl [every person has a distinctive scent, girls are in one group, boys in another]

1. My favorite word is: raccoon or cookie (both makes me laugh)
2. My favorite color is: red
3. My favorite smell is: clean wet hair

Hope that everything goes well during the "move out" day... don't be angry, Anger, fear, aggression; the dark side of the Force are they

Girls are very confusing... yes we are, that's why we are so adorable and guys can't get enough of us, we are weird... and have boobs, that's other reason...
Don't get deppress, we are always trying to guess what life is about, like walking blindfold AND with the lights off... you will manage to find out what you're supposed to do... if that doesn't work, stay here watching cute naked girls...

A man becomes stranded on the side of the road by a blinding snowstorm. Inching forward, he spots a turn off not far in the distance. Slowly he makes his way toward the drive and takes the turn. After about ten minutes of creeping along, he finally sees a big structure. He parks beside it and runs inside what appears to be a small castle. Inside he finds a hearth with a cheery fire and a couple of cups of hot cocoa. After taking off his jacket and gloves, he sits down and enjoys one of the aforementioned cups of hot chocolate.

Cocoa finished, he decides to do a little exploring to see if he can find the owner of the house and thank him/her for the respite from the horrid weather. After wandering through the brightly lit halls and finding no one, our hero eventually comes to a stairway leading down. Having explored all other pathways, he descends to the bottom.

There is a door. It is large and old and made of impossibly huge planks of wood. The door is latched by a simple swinging hook and eye catch. Having no other avenues open, the man decides to see what is beyond the door. Slowly he lifts the latch. Slowly he opens the door. Light pours through the open door, blinding our hero briefly. He blinks trying to bring the scene into focus. A meadow. With increasing excitement at this underground valley and sun, he begins to run. Up a hill, down a hill, up a hill, down a hill, through a stretch of trees, over a little river, up a hill, down a hill.

Suddenly he comes to a plateau where he sees, to his disbelief, a giant purple gorilla. The gorilla sits absolutely still, not visibly breathing. Next to the gorilla, there is a sign which reads: "Do not touch the gorilla."

Being a foolish man, he reaches out and, with the gentlest breath of a touch, brushes his index finger against the purple fur. Without a sound, the monster suddenly shifts and faces our hero. With a startled scream, he runs.

Up a hill, down a hill, over a little river, through a stretch of trees, up a hill, down a hill, up a hill, down a hill, through a valley with the gorilla chasing him the entire time. Finally he gains a little space and bursts through the door, slamming it on the gorilla and locking it.

A sudden crash of unimaginable force crashes into the sturdy door. With a stifled scream, the man bolts up the stairs, through the castle and into the blinding snow. He hops into is car and puts the petal on the floor, trying to put as much distance between himself and the beast as possible. A sudden noise behind alerts him to the presence of the ape. Running and catching up to the car. He puts too much strain on the car with bad road conditions and crashes headlong into a tree.

The ape is relentless, the purple giant does not slow, he makes his way to the wreckage of the car and over to the man who, bleeding profusely, is desperately trying to escape the building flames from the accident.

The hand is huge, a color indigo that cannot exist in nature. it's very appearance here is an affront to all that is decent in the world. Slowly the hand descends and lands on our doomed hero's brow.

The ape speaks: "Tag, you're it."

wow dude that story is wacked, alright on to important matters damn dude i thought you were used to this shit you live in new england be careful, and thats what i am obligated to say as the kid P. brother.


now that done with back to the ape story where did this come from cause it describes the human race so profoundly in its utter fear of what it does not understand..not expected but very interesting.

$60.00 worth of Pot for a day? SIGH

come smoke some of my stash with me.

no car

Kobe only scares you dude, she has always been a Goddess to me.


I go clubbing all the time. Probably will Friday

[Edited on Jan 04, 2005 5:58PM]

[Edited on Jan 04, 2005 6:01PM]

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sorry, my computer is yo yoing with this comment thing

[Edited on Jan 04, 2005 6:00PM]

You could come here, but Argentina is not pot friendly (well, is not legal ) and I don't have room here
Did you have a nice New Year? mine was quite shitty...
*hugs and kisses*

I didn't get it actually. Mom promised it would be my Christmas gift, and she couldn't find it. Then made me promise I wouldn't get it, cause she owed it to me.