What's up everybody, my name is Robert. I'm 27 years old and I'm native American part of the Wolf Band of the Cherokee Nation. I currently live in Youngstown,Ohio.
My name in Cherokee is ga-li-hv-i a-ni-wa-ya which means sleeping wolf, my grandfather gave me that name when I was born. I love hunting,fishing, camping, and anything outdoors. I also love to work on cars. Currently I have a 1988 Chevrolet c1500 short bed that I put a 454 big block in, a 2013 Dodge Charger with a twin turbo setup, and I have other vehicles but those above are my projects. I currently work as a diesel mechanic working on anything with a diesel motor.
Now my dark side. I love metal the heavier the better. I'm a hybrid vamp I don't have a donor currently but since I hunt, I get the blood I need to feed. I like the color black and any color really goes with it. I'm into BDSM, role playing, and anything that can cause me pain lol. I used to do amateur MMA to kind of release the beast, martial arts and cage fighting helps a lot plus it's fun.
If there's anything else you want to know just ask, I'll be here. Anyways thanks for checking my profile out.
"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
"Sunday Bacon"
Top drawer
I grab the glock
I grab the ammo
Locked and Loaded
Blow your brains right out your skull
I'm addicted to your suffering
I came to bring the fucking pain
And now you're looking down the barrel of a gun
Sun of a Gun
Looks like you're not having any fun
Yeah, now you know that this is serious
Slow down, I can't keep up
You beg for mercy like I give a fuck
Scream Louder
Your screams are music to my ears
Listen to me
Put your face down on the ground
