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birra
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It's a cat. Laying between her legs. Get it? Happy VaJayMay!
Set at 03:48 on May 15 2012
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Quote: Find some place to go. Go where you are needed and find some place to grow.
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Ooooooo... shiny!
June 22, 2009:
I have removed most everything from my profile and moved it to my journal. All the stories, sarcastic comments and second-grade level humor can be found there...
As for the rest of this, I guess I need to revamp (no pun intended) my profile. I've always said the purpose of a profile is to let people get to know a bit of you so they can decide if you're worth their time. I suppose with the current state of my profile, not many would consider me worth the time (no pun intended).
So how to give rebirth (no pun intended) to my profile and let people get to know me without giving away too much (no pun intended).
I can start by telling everyone... I am bald. It is the result of a tragic accident... inexplicably many years ago, this guy... to protect his identity I'll just call him... "dad." Dad met this girl that we can refer to from here on out as... "mom." Anyway, one night while they were sitting on the floor eating fondue from a harvest gold ceramic fondue heater and playing Monopoly, he accidently landed on her "Park Place" with his "canon." She already had a house built there and boy did it cost him plenty. He went straight to jail (no pun intended) didn't pass go (no pun intended) and didn't get his $200.
Pun, very much, intended.
And the way Scrabble is played in my family there are a LOT more Y pieces than X pieces...
Nine months later while playing The Game of Life, he had to put another blue peg in the back of his car.
So in the genetics game of Twister, for me the spinner landed on "go bald at 25."
YAY me.
So that is the first tidbit I will give you here. Hopefully you can read something about me.. other than I'm completely insane...
July 1, 2009:
We’re on to a new month.
No, this isn’t going to become another journal… sheesh. I just date it to remind myself when I’ve updated.
If you really want to “get to know me” reading my journal and going through the pictures in my portfolio are much better options. My journal is full of life stories, crappy poetry, random thoughts and complaints as they come to me. My portfolio is a small sample of my photographic work – mostly from my days of travelling. Pictures represent so many months worth of trips all over the United State and even one to Australia. I won’t say I’m “very proud” of my photos, but what they represent was a lot of work and even some life adventures.
More about me? I’m a mammal. Higher order primate to be more specific. I’m of average height, but if you lay down at my feet and look up at me I appear much taller than I actually am. I need to lose a bit of weight, but I always have this fear that the Earth’s gravity will some day just give way and anything not heavy enough will float off into the stratosphere… then where will all the skinny people be? Huh? They’ll be freezing, exploding and sucking for air while I bound merrily along on the ground feeling light as a feather.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Just like every other guy on-line I’m filthy rich, I have at least a twelve inch penis and I exclusively date European Swimsuit Models...
So who will be the lucky girl still holding my hand, safe on the ground while all the other wafer thin models float off into space?
December 7, 2009:
It has been a few months since I last scribed onto here. So far you've learned of my past in some obscure, metaphorical way of what makes me who I am.
And yet, you seek to learn more?
Silly, silly fool.
Have you not realized yet that there simply isn't that much here? I mean, honestly... my life has been a dreary trail of failed opportunities and losses. So empty and meaningless...
*cut cut cut cut*
Ok, not that bad, but really there is little to learn that can be placed on a public profile.
However, if you need help with technology shiiiii...stuffs, I can probably swing it. ;)
March 28, 2010:
I can freely admit my profile is crap. No worries if you think so to. I put very little into it because for me it is not the most efficient way for me to express myself and I cannot see taking the time to go all HTML over this. The elements you do see were provided my Morrigon. If not for her, this profile would be as plain as Wonderbread.
If you want to get to know me, my journal and my portfolio will speak volumes more about who I am and what I do.
Meanwhile, I have to come up with some other kind of sarcastic and nonsensical joke to put into this...
May 7, 2011:
So last week Morrigon came to me with this idea... but she needed a Sire on this site that was both completely apathetic to their own well being as well as adventurous and willing to try anything, no matter how kinky.
Although the kinkiness is yet to be determined, I said, "Why the hell not?" to her idea, and the Coven of Limbus Patrum was born.
It is a very experimental coven and we don't know yet exactly what direction it will ultimately go in. I think if we can do something positive with it and others can see and appreciate the positive, we'll be happy.
Welcome to my Schizophrenic juke box. Yes, this is the way I listen to music. I will go from something in the '80s, to something new and heavier and then something that was probably first performed before you (and possibly I) were born. Enjoy!
I saw the world's largest keg of beer... where else, but driving out of Milwaukee.
Ok, I left myself a serious lack of graphics here.. I had to get something new in my profile.
And we get bored on the road... so we get drunk, and then try to make table art.... such as:
That was an impressive shot-glass tower until the bus-boy came to clean the table, bumped it and sent the glasses flying all over.
Morrigon made these.. this one I found both useful and commical.
No, I haven't been blinded in House Eternal... not yet at least. But I'd like to be blind everywhere else sometimes...
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