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Name: Tyler
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Jose
Birthday: 3/24/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Music. List of current bands:
George Harrison, Hoods, Murder Practice, Stick To Your Guns, Victims, Riistetyt, DS 13, Genocide Superstars, Human Waste, Saprogenic, Carnivorous, Beck, Cake, Mclusky, The Arcade Fire, Deerhoof, The Shit, PC Deathsquad, Hatebreed, Throwdown, Neuraxis, Assert, Bones Brigade, Bastards, Municipal Waste, basically so many. Too many to name all right here.
I'm clean. I'm drugfree, alcoholfree, and tobaccofree. At least until I'm 21. But people change, so I can't say I'm straightedge for sure.
I like guitar.
I like chillin with the bros and sis's
I like video games
I like the internet
I like it like that like it like that I like it like that.
I like thrash.
No, not metal thrash, either.
Hardcore thrash.
Yeayyeay.
Expertise: If you want to know, then ask, why don't you. Maybe instead of trying to call yourself my 'friend' from simply knowing and talking to me, maybe you should start learning about me. Instead of trying to just blandly go along with the rest of society, you should actually start KNOWING your friends.
09/24/05:....I wrote that when I was angry. Hah. Whatever. I'm good at knowing music. Talking like an idiot. And being me. 'Nough said.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Sodomy By God
Member Since:
12/4/2003
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| You know I hate to ask
But are 'friends' electric?
Only mine's broke down
And now I've no-one to love
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| i feel like an asshole
who has nothing but distance between acquaintances
and often loses friends for a while due to neglect.
i want to drop out of this life and start anew.
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| equipment for recording:
half-stack/full stack and head
mixer
speakers
julian's drumkit
julian's keyboard
victor's effect pedals
microphones.
possibly download a sequencing program on julian's laptop and fuck around with it? i hope.
...gonna be set? hope to record something shitty and awesome? totally, dude. totally.
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| the punches grow softer still, succumbing to sweet saccharine dreams and fantasies of grandeur. delusions evade even the sharpest of wits. a million thoughts weigh on the harshest of fits. his fists bloodied, knuckles broken, chest hurried, heart spoken. his voice flurried, his mind choking. the loveliest of melodies rings dissonant through his shattered psyche. his path beaten, just like him. his trek, endlessly elongating.
end this treacherous journey. settle the riotous mass of soul. simmer the burning passion for living.
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| a continuation of something i wrote two years back. if there's any interest i'll post the previous two here. i doubt there will be but whatever, someone told me to stop deleting what i write and start posting it regardless what i think of it, so here it is.
"the radiant glowing-green sea crashed, broke,
fell apart, dissipated. glimmering molecules of hope for rest,
shattered with the knowledge of endless motion. they cry for
help to deaf ears. they wave to blind eyes.
he witnesses the plight of the uneasy with wavering eyes.
he yearns to engage. his glassy-eyed stare is glazed
with years of unmotion. his hands ache to move, his arms
wish to hold. the rust between his joints budges not, and he
is kept longing ever longer. he wishes to depart, soul from body
which died ages ago. ageless venom bit in his veins, a virile
virus gnawing at his self. he tears at the inside, crumbling
away the layers which he has built. he tears on the outside,
rusting away further into his shell of despair.
a drop falls onto his corroded palm. a second. and yet another.
and to his disbelief he can see his skin for the first time in a decade.
his fingers are elated. he begins slowly, working his movement to a splash
of ocean on his hand. the body begins to move. the mind begins to rot once more.
the fetid mound of flesh sheds its rustflake skin. how swift a change from observer to participant.
the virus moves once more. he cannot kill his very nature. he cannot vaporize his ancestral blood. his flesh and blood spawn splinters and deserts.
...and he is helpless."
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