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tommy
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38/beaumont, California
United States
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09/22/2007 17:18:32 |
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YOUR HERITAGE:
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British, Irish, Dutch, and French.
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SHOES YOU WORE TODAY:
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skull covered vans
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YOUR WEAKNESSES:
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girls, and triggers of all kinds. what ever turns me on, and my big ego. Also, i am a spender not a saver and that screws me all the time. I can't save money for shit. I guess if i wasn't unemployed that might help.lol
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YOUR FEARS:
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Losing family like Karl Marx, and dieing without fufilling my dreams. And not having warmth in my life.
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GOAL TO ACHIEVE THIS YEAR:
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being published, find my own solitary home where i can fart and yell into a microphone all i want. And recording a demo.
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FIRST THOUGHT WHEN I WAKE UP:
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what do i want to write about today
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BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE:
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Ears
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MOST MISSED MEMORY:
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my mom
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FAVORITE SONG:
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all of them i create
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FAVORITE MUSICIAN/BAND:
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yeah yeah yeahs
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HIGHER LEVEL OF EDUCATION:
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Shit, I already BEEN To College
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HAVE I BEEN ON STAGE?:
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No, Never
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CONTRIBUTION TO THE WORLD:
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I would hope to enlighten the youth movement of this country into not being sheepish, I hope everyone sacrifices or supports what ever they want.
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MY BEST CLOTHING:
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shoes, I love fuckn shoes not literally though
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GO TO THE MOVIES:
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Nope. Never.
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Skating for my life
the ride down the hill was so fast that i got speed wobbles. i knew that i was going to fall. My skating career was my life. I woke up everyday...
01/04/2008 11:23:59
Smoking in the living room
My house smelled of marijuana, i had just awoke. Someone was tapping at my door. This seemed to happen every ten minutes or so. The guy at the door...
01/04/2008 11:23:32
A girl's name I can't even remember
Back in the day, i lived on the streets. I was a runaway, with no job, little money, and punk rock friends. i remember one night i took out my mom's friend's neice out. We went to the local...
01/04/2008 11:23:01
My first experience being a punk
it was Winter in Southern California. The skies were cloudy, and it was raining. The year was 1981. I was in seventh grade.
01/04/2008 11:22:29
Cold, So Fn Cold
It was cold in the projects, no weed, no 40s, no coke, no herion, what a cold day. But I had an idea, yea, i am a stick up kid, no joke. I decided that on this...
01/04/2008 11:21:57
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