well lets see everyone always wants to know what your like and stuff and what kinda person you are.
well I”m a dark, sick ,twisted perverted, sadistic fuck... there you go . Now if your still reading this that means i have your attention, i am not really that bad of a person . Infact im a very loving person who is in fact a father of a beutiful 5 yr old little girl. I am a very caring person and im a very sadistic person . You may ask how that is well ill tell you . Like i said i am a very sadistic person, if you say or do anything to affect my self or my friends or family in any way emotionally or physically i will hurt you. And when i say hurt you just use your imagination and think of the worst things possible that a person could do to somebody and then multiply that by 50 there’s your answer. I am also a very caring person i am the person who all of my friends and family go to if they need help, may it be emotionally or money im always there for everybody...so if thats enough i think im gonna stop now if you want to know anything else just ask me ...
favorite things of intrest...
- Tattooed and pierced girls ...lol
- MC ECHER art work
i can keep going on but im not lol
music im into....
-my chemical romance
- and anything else i can either dance to or just chill and relax to may it be metal or smooth jazz
Lullaby by W. H. Auden ************* Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's carnal ecstasy. Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost, All the dreaded cards foretell, Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought, Not a kiss nor look be lost. Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.