It blows and makes some days very hard.
I hear ya man, I hear ya.
Henry David Thoreau - "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them."
Well, the pond is kind of small out there in Fargo/Moorhead.
Another two words for you; gay bar.
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.
gotta get right in yo' own head and heart before you can be right fo' someone else
first things first
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"no seymour - no tone ... know seymour - know tone!"
Is it not the glory of the people of America that, whilst they have paid a decent regard to the opinions of former times and other nations, they have not suffered a blind veneration for antiquity, for custom, or for names, to overrule the suggestions of their own good sense, the knowledge of their own situation, and the lessons of their own experience?" - James Madison - Federalist #14
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This is not a secks forum.
I sometimes wonder if all the people who seem to fit in are really just better actors than you and I.
Just be yourself. No one has a right to expect more from you. It's kind of a filtering process ... like minded people will eventually come around.
KILLING THREADS SINCE 2007
You should walk into a ghetto at around 11pm tonight and see how well you fit it.
Emo thread is emo.
Tell us what's really going on with you.
Romans 3:23; 6:23; 5:8; 10:13; 10:9-10
Don't complain about it.
Study your targets, learn their behavior/habits/preferences. Ingratiate yourself to them slowly over a long period of time. Then, and only then . . . once you've been accepted into their fold and have spent time and effort learning their weak points attack viciously and without warning. Spare no one. Cut their bodies into pieces and arrange/sew the bits of corpses together, finally placing your body in such a way that laying on the floor with their gore around you, you are the 'I' in the following phrase (made of human flesh):
"FINALLY I FIT IN"
Laugh manically until someone discovers you.