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Name: Destruction
Country: United States
State: Classified
Birthday: 6/13/1987
Interests: Thought, mind, philosophy, mythology, crapknowledgry, eyes...ology.
Expertise: My self.
How to stay sane, when the world's pulling you towards it ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME!!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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AIM:  dR34D n07HiNG
Member Since:
4/14/2004
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| I FORGOT JUST NOW THAT I WAS POSTING I want people that send their nasty, dirty, stank whore pictures and friend requests to me to die in a fire. EndOfLine. | | |
| OBSCURED BY INSECURITY So, I love death metal. I love it so hard, it makes the corners of-ah me mouth rise. That motion shows how I feel when I listen to it. It's something similar to THIS familiar image... --> :) | | |
| AN INTERESTING LITTLE TIDBIT Hey all you masses that read this page; you ever read Slipknot's lyrics and think to yourself "What is this guy even talking about?" 'Cause I mean, the music's fun, but the words, man...it's like he's trying so hard to be cryptic. Good lyrics and poems happen when you simply write how you feel. You know? I'ma be comin' home forever within (hopefully) a month's time. 'Cause I have mental problems. That's cool though, my happy places are at home and I just don't feel like bothering myself anymore with trying to adjust to the Marine Corps. That might sound lame to YOU, but that's why it's MY life we're talking about here and I think it's better for that I should do what I want. Instead of what everyone else wants me to do. Kna what I mean? You're welcome, Jocelyn. For this post. -_spider_- | | |
| THE MAIN EVENT There comes a time in everyone's life that a decision must be made. A decision about where you want to be in the next ten years...or so. Well I already made that decision so I'm good to go.
I saw a car wreck the other day and it had caught a-thang on fire on the side of the road. I was like "Ah man, I wonder if anyone died...?" then I was like "Hold on...what if I had caused that destruction...? If I had launched a grenade or something and took that car out, or the driver at least and caused that wreck and that burning fire and that black smoke...?" then I got a most content and excited shiver.
I want to blow something up.
...SO bad.
-_spider_-
.SemperFi.
Break down some polygons.
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| I'm so bored with life. Now that I know its dark secret. It's like I'm the only one that realizes the truth. How lame. When I've nothing to do but think, think I shall. And it gets so depressing, you know? That's why I want to be infantry. Maybe I have dilusions or something. But life's making me sigh with how tame it's been. I want to feel what it's like to have death right there, zinging right overhead. And then, knowing it's so close, to run out and look it in the eye. Now that's an adrenaline rush. I got a similar, semi-rush when we went through the day and night-time assault courses. Sittin' in the back of that AMTRACK, hearing the (blank) rounds goin' off outside. But as soon as I started gettin' very pumped, I killed it by noting "They are but blanks" and I became sad. But still went through the course with amazing talent and energy. I love the live-fire drills too. Just 'cause they were so efficient. Failure drills are my particular favorite. Two in the chest, one in the head. It's a failure drill because the two in the chest failed to take him down, so one right between the eyes will do it. No matter how hopped up on drugs he/she is. 'Tis a nerve center, my comrades. | | |
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