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Name: Chris Country: United States State: Maryland Birthday: 7/25/1982 Gender: Male
Interests: ME:
Bitchin and complaining. If I don't bitch then something is wrong.
It is all about:
TRUCKS, KILL TANKS, ZOMBIE CHICKS AND FRIED CHICKEN.
The World's problems:
So fucking Cry about it, I don't realy care.
4 words money:
Fuck off and die.
Me on Hippies:
They all should eat a bag of digs seasoned in Anthrax.
Porn:
I realy shouldn't say a damn thing you know what I think.
Guns:
They are fun every one should own one.
Politics:
I hate liberal hippies, go hug a semi on a local high way.
The Enviornment:
Save it, because you are fucking up my hunting and fishing time, and my air. Stop rapin the lands.
Hunting is a sport:
If it moves kill it!!!
Gun Controll:
Use Both hands.
Gun saftey and protection:
Don't look down the barrel and don't break into my house.
I shoot first and ask questions later.
Music:
Stop the numetal wave. You want real music listen to my band. Expertise: Guns, Rock N Roll and Hill billy shit!
TRUCKS, KILL TANKS, ZOMBIE CHICKS AND FRIED CHICKEN!
MUSIC, FUCKER!!
PISSING EVERY ONE OFF BEFORE MY DAY STARTS.
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Member Since:
2/1/2003
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| Ahhhhh haaaa Fucking Right. And I am saying to myself, I need to get rid of this account. | | |
| “Dance on me”
Every one wants to dig into me, so ride me till I break, a shadow on my back, So dance on my broken back, so long as you get what you want, I believe that good help is hard to find these days,
So pick a question, am I supposed to know, what you can’t do for yourself you need me, give me what you want, we can watch you reap the benefits,
A picture book worth two words, a story not worth reading, so dance on my bruised back, may I give you some more, so you get what you came for, I believe that good help is hard to find these days,
What ever you need, ask some one else first, I’ve seen it all I was here first, so dig on in, ride me till I break, so long as you get what you want, I believe that good help is hard to find these days,
A picture book worth two words, a story not worth reading, so dance on my bruised back, may I give you some more, so you get what you came for, I believe that good help is hard to find these days,
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| THE SADDEST DAY
They all stood there to see off, we followed in line, to where they laid you to rest, they all stood tall in your memory,
Born again hard, You aren't dead, you have been relieved of your poast, for a better duty,
In loving memory Of
Lance Corpral Mike L. Starr
Semperfi | | |
| what is wrong with me? I need to stop the whole drinking thing, the other night I did something I would have never done. When did I start doing the whole one night stand thing? I hate myself for what I did and I got to tell you I am a discrace to myself, to my friends, my family, my band and my basic fundamentals. I would have never slept with just any one, nor any one I hardly knew. To me sex is supposed to mean something. I always take my time when meeting a person before I jump into the sack with them. I am hateful to myself and actions. I think that if I hadn't been such a piece of shit I wouldn't have allowed it to happen. I did what I did and I am sorry, I have acted like the male pigs I have worked against, and I have used a woman as a means to gratify my sexual urges. I blame my drinking, I blame myself. To ever female friend I have I am sorry for what I did and my hypocrisy.
The female I slept with was one who used her body to get attention and a relationship. I am wrong for exploiting that. I can assure you I would never have done that had I been sober and made a descision. I will deal with what I have done and I apologize those who I let down, to the female friends around me and to my friends. I am a dissappointment and a discrace to all of you. | | |
| "Selfactualization"
"Self preservation is self hatered... among the week and foolish self pride, you will sink only further, the shit sits at the bottom,
discovering self loathing and self indulgence, man's enemy is himself, not opposed to keeping it all insed, you can stand in front of the closet, to keep the monster at bay, but eventually he will find you, so swallow it down champ,
Self distruction is self improvement, when it all unravels and suffocates you, is foolish pride enough? Self preservation is self hatered... among the rocks on the bottom, I can sink no further, engage and disconnect from the truth, the devil is in detail with the demons of truth, recognition and dicovery, we all fall some times..."
Chris Pirrera | | |
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