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Name: Chris
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Kansas City
Birthday: 8/23/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: *not playing the guitar, but looking dumb trying*"seasoning the sock"*bloging to my xanga site, aparently*beating a dead horse*trying to find a little bit of loving where it lies*blaspheming the name of all that good poetry is*taking it where i can get it*dick and fart jokes*curse words*music that better expresses my thoughts than i can*girls*girls*girls*crazy girls*taking it too far*
Expertise: I am a deusch bag. King Deusch Bag. i am the king of all that you see; and the lord of all that you touch; and the superintendant of a large portion of what you mayor may not hear in an average week, but thats really all. Oh, and i am the vice principal of some of the things you might have smelled in the last few weeks.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Website: visit my website
Member Since:
12/15/2004
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| so i thought that i should tell all of you the horrible truth. i am indeed a gay homosexual. o yes o yes i am. xanga is for little kids and deusch bags. "i need to seek out approval so adamantly that im willing to type out all of my feelings and put them on the internet." "boohoo" peace biatches
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| sing a song of saddness
& never ending rain
she belongs beside me
and love is her name
so i cant shake the truth that no matter how sure i am of your love, i will never be enough to quell the tremors i see in you. i know you love me. im gettn cocky-er, i know you need me as much as i need you, i know this shit. i also know that no one person could ever mke me or you or anybody all the way happy all of the time. i know that i love you the very best thaty i know how to, and i assure you that this is no boohoo poor old me thing, this is me loving you and simply wishing that i could hold every part of you at the same time and watch all that pain cease to be.
i think robert might be a fucker.
the king raised a slurpqueen princess. decorum, in this particular instance, is the only thing preventing me from much elaboration. that being said, i have a newfouond interest in the employee discount available at bluestem farm and ranch, as well as no further need for my "coach" hat. Damn.
butthole is my new favorite insult.
what happens this fucking summer, man? im not the only man who loves you, but im the only man who loves you like i do. as much as i do. forever like i do. i just dont like the thought of your clothes/sheets/skin/hair/kisses smelling like not me+you, but you+some other bastard. you still feel like home to me, you know. wtf, i know you know. i dont like the idea of some nameless jerk-off in my place beside [...] you, putting his hands in the places where my hands fit so well. its like a stranger living being in your home while your away.
im getting a new watch. itsa gonna be neat-o. fuck you i can say neat-o.
corree rogers
she loves girls
she loves pubes
because they curl
thats really all i got.
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| shes chained to the bed right now. thats right, CHAINED to the motherfucking bed.
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| i bind your wrists and yet it is my hands that are tied. I try to be there as well and as much as i can, but i feel like sometimes you dont want me to catch you when you slip. drifting out too far is the same as keeping me out, i think. dont think its not okay, it just requires some adjustment time. you spin my digits, you know.
i got a job now. i work in the back dock of the gazzete building and its great fun. i only work a little, but its a little more than nothing. i like my new jhob, and i like the novelty of it. i like the new knowledge that i gain and the new perspective(s) that it allows me. i like being able to look at a newspaper differently than most people do. maybe thats just me....
thats king deusch to you.
i like being the hard workin daddy.
i have not seen the coro in some time, but there is a legend that has found me of her wellbeing. i am told that she lives in a castle in the far away land of cottonwood lane. she has surrounded herself with tampons and shrouded debauchery and errors of the spelling nature. i dont really know anything else. or even that. ummmm. or that. and that.
i hear that the coro knows the best plumber in town.
the guerra is a good kid, with a heart of gold like metal alloys, but he is way way off. way off. rachel is and has been and will most likely always be a crazy ass. she has a good heart but she doesnt know a lot about living. she pushed me away by holding me too tightly. the other girl in questio, essentially, has drawn me closer than i ever thought that i could be by trying to push me away. there are similarities, but they are similarities shared by all things that brreathe air and sit down to pee.
and robert can still go fuck himself. part of me wqants to retype that whole schpeal out and put it on every post and into every conversation and tattoo it on my asshole so he can read it while i shit in his stank mouth.
i like metaphors. if you get this one, it because your supposed to.
"its hard to be cocky about my boating skillz, when so frequently i cant seem to find an oar."
moodswing.
emo, typing-ass, weblog faggot.
fucking deusch.
this is not an indication of how i am, this is an indication of how my day is going.
i still feel like i need a drink, but at the same time, i want one real bad too, so its double shitty to go without one.
for as mood swingy as i am, i do a pretty shitty job of helping or even understanding when other people go through their own. maybe thats cause
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| so im sittn here. sober. fuck.
four times yesterday. four. i was able to match my personal best. i gotta say that i couldnt have done it without a little help from daddy's little princess. thank you sweetheart, you spin my digits good.
i decided to quit smoking ganja again for a while. i dont know how long i want this one to last, but i need to get my toler5ance back down. Three blunts used to put me way down low. i was high, no joke, but three blunts should leave me with no concern of going to bed clear headed. i love my sweet mary jane, but i need to know that she still respects me...or something.
I bought coree rogers a waffle cone tonight because its tax season and i wanted her to be friendlier to her boo. i dont know if it worked or not, but whatever, it was fun and it was good to see you. I like not having to miss you the way i have had to in the past. i hope you didnt think i was mad, i just wanted you to be able to talk w sara canfield and i didnt want to be all robert keith about it.
speaking of that cocksucker, i have noticed that, over the last however the fuck long, he has found himself compelled to try and flirt all up on whatever girl he thinks i have begin to show interest in. rachel (eww, handjobs are for middle schoolers you fuckbag), s.c., michelle, s.c. again...whats next??? im tempted to start smoking pole just to see if he starts trying to steal my boys away too. what an unorigional fuck!!! i am left with the solace that i tried as hard as i could to be his friend all the way up to his stabbing me in the back blatently on purpose. (those related know what im bitching about) (by the way, if im wrong, and robert is a great guy with no flaws to speak of and this is just my will to be the victim please leave me a slew of hate filled comments in order to re align my perception. genuinely, i would like to know) also, he told some girl at his work, aparently, that i keep him up all night every night having sex thats too noisy to sleep through. the simple truth is that i havent had sex anywhere in my house (save one of the four last night) in like fucking five months. i dont even jerk off there. what kind of abilene ass motherfucking faggot has to make up some dumb ass shit like that. You know, real men lie about how much pussy THEY get. i guess it takes a total deusch bag fuck wad to have to lie about someone else's sex life. i guess at least in comparison, im a pretty cool (and sexy sexy sexy) motherfucker.
four times. four really fun times in one action packed evening. thank you baby girl.
soul edge fuckin rules!!!!! four more months and i get to see them at sandstone. theyre opening for AnalCunt and Maroon5. These guys are hard the fuck core. yeah!!!!!
megan matile, i just wanted you to know that i think your a hell of a chick. im glad i have gotten the chance to get to know you and i hope i get the chance to get to know you better. I would love to bake more cookies, just tell me when, yo. word
you, my you, i just wanted you to know that i love you. i love being your friend/daddy/confidon/protagonist/therapist/soundingboard/springboard/antagonist/lover/jester/mentor/muse/reason to smile. i cannot tell you how richly blessed i feel knowing that you are there next to me before i even open my eyes in the morning. you are my closest friend, and i thank you for that. i thank you with every breath i take for being someone that i can trust. someone that i can love. someone that i can need. someone that loves me.
lucy, if you read this, i want to apologize. i wont go into details but i know i can get pretty loud. i hope you know that you have every right to yell and scream and get all kinds of pissed. im glad that you dont, though. if i haven ever woke you up (and theres no way i havent at least once or twice) then just disregard this as the ramblings of a lunatic, but if i am right, then i apologize and implore you to bang on the wall next time.
four times. great pussy. great. GREAT pussy.
i miss my brother, and it occurs to me that this may be the first time i ever have. wow. my mom would love that shit, huh? i think imma call that biatch tomorrow- carly, not my mom. heh heh heh, i almost had to kick my own ass. heh heh.
jokes and jokes and jokes and jokes. spaggetti, spaggetti.
i love that i am getting more and more of my atrophied (is that a word?) skill back the more i play my guitar. i love to be able to sit down and put my thoughts into notes and strum my blues away. my guitar is my new secound favorite drug.
my favorite drug knows just who she is, and i love her. i loved her four times yesterday. FOUR!!! Four times.
it was niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. i mean it was niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.
your all a buncha fuckin slaves.
get a handle
get a grip
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