holding a loaded, 9mm beretta on fire with your finger on the trigger at a persons head while your buddy cuffs him...knowing that any slight movement and you can seriously impact that persons well being...

that, my friends, is the power of god.

and it gives me a hardon.

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Time for me to post lyrics off my newest album that speaks to me now, me in the past, or me in the future. Yeah bitches. No one will read this :-D

And I take, the first step of a million more.
And I'll make mistakes I've never made before.
But at least I'm moving forward, at least I'm moving forward.

I wonder if, the journey will be,
Shorter ( Read more... )

I just got cut off by a van full of hispanic teenagers and their Mom ( Read more... )

Register here...

I got really bored at work and Tomaz and I started playing. Anyway...register, it takes 10 seconds...you DONT HAVE TO PLAY. If you register you help me out though...if you play...eh...I guess you do.

Here be pics of mi coche. ( Read more... )

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I just cried at the end of Van Wilder.

Not the part with the Dad that normally made me tear up...

But the part where Tara Reid comes to him.

I'll find that girl...I always think I do, but it's never true.

Maybe this time...

There's always that maybe, that false hope, that naivety.

I analyze everything, I know what you mean
I answer by questioning all that I need
And I want to, to surrender
I want you to see all the sides
All the faces inside of me

I see I'm not perfect, but that's all I seeLost in a portrait, in a picture of me ( Read more... )