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Name: Mark
Birthday: 8/3/1992
Gender: Male
Interests: History, Music, video games, reading, writting
Expertise: knife swindaling, video games, minor smuggling
Occupation: student
Industry: education/research
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
6/9/2006
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| EVERY BODY ON FACE BOOK IS A TRATIOR TO XANGA AND MYSPACE. FACEBOOK FUCKING SUX. WAT THE FUCK IS SO GOOD BOUT FACEBOOK. | | |
| One day kid came home from school w/ a black eye. His father asked him what happened. He said he got into a fight on the playground. His dad told him the three principiles of fighting. 1.Dodge 2.Attack 3.Always get the girl The next day he when to school and the bully confronted him again, he did exactly as his father told him to. The bully swung at him he dodged it and the bully went past him so the kid punched him in the back. and the bully swung again at the kid ducked and punch the other kid in the stomach. The kid went home in triumph to his dad. 18 years later the kid had fought and won many fights. He was at a bar a saw woman. He followed her home. He knocked on her door. When she answered he tried to force his way in. She swung her nails at him. He duck, as she retreted her hand he grabed it and pulled her arm behind her back and brought her the floor. He sat down on her and said. I finally get to do rule #3... | | |
| Damnit, the guitarist kid is a methphor for a gay kid and the mom is a methpor for secioty thinking that all these gay ppl did bad things and they did it cause they were gay. U know wat fuck it no body gets on xanga anymore. they should just close the site. | | |
| It wasn't long til he was feed up with it. If his mom wasn't going to let him do what made him happy he just wouldn't tell her. He bought a guitar one day. He played it and he played it, and he played it. He learn many things from the guitar. He learn the nature of things. How you can strum many things many different ways and get the same sound, but in some things there only one way to do it. He learned songs as well. The better he got at playing guitar the better he felt with himself. At last he was the kid he always wanted to be. | | |
| There once was a boy. A boy who was 15 and coming to the age of 16. This boy's name was Ethan. Ethan wanted to play guitar more then any thing in the world. When he was young he'd stay up all night and listen to his dad play guitar. But one day his father went to prison. After that his mom was in shock and the only thing she could remember was the father's guitar. She would alway tell him if he played guitar that he would end up like his father. And that everyone who played guitar were going to lead terrible lives and only do evil. | | |
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