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Name: PAUL Country: United States State: Kansas Birthday: 5/27/1981 Gender: Male
Interests: Hot rods: from deuce roadsters to redneck rumblin roadrunners. Music: nick cave to fumanchu and everything in between, usually whatever suits my mood. Art: industrial found object sculpture, traditional tattoo art, anything super fucked up or clever. Art is not art unless it has a point. Oh i play in white knukle driver too. check out the "faux" website. Expertise: I tell myself i can fix anything, but hey we all have our overconfident moments. But when it comes to mechanical shit, i can usually figure it out. Other than that im kind of a "jack of all trades,master of none". Occupation: Other Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me Website: visit my website AIM: brn2lose MSN: punkrawkhigh
Member Since:
3/23/2004
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alot of people at all ages shows drink pee. Fuckin pee drinkers. Gothic big birds. Fuckin 1st generation bitches. Fuck ass Fuck ass Fuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck assFuck ass. Love thy neighbor | | |
| MAN, ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I LAST POSTED. STILL LOTS GOIN ON. SAME DAY TO DAY CARRYIN ON. IVE BEEN WRITING ALOT OF MUSIC TO GO WITH MY LYRICS AND ME AND HEATH WILL EACH BE PLAYING SOME SOLO SHIT AT KIRBYS WEDNESDAY MAY 26TH. COME CHECK IT OUT IF YOU WISH. | | |
| ID LIKE TO SEE YOU
ON THE CROSS THAT YOUVE HUNG
MY BROKEN HERO
THE ONE IVE COME TO LOVE
REMEBER THE DAY THAT
I BLOODIED YOUR CLOTHES
WITH THE RUSTY SCISSORS
I FOUND BEFORE YOU GOT HOME?
HOLDING HANDS WITH MY FINGERS CROSSED
DOUBLE STANDARDS ON THIS LIARS TONGUE
IVE GOT YOU IN ONE HAND
AND HATE IN THE OTHER
WHICH ONE WILL I LET GO OF FIRST?
ID LIKE TO WRAP YOU
IN SHEETS STAINED WITH BLOOD
MY MIDNIGHT HERO
FACE DOWN IN THE KANSAS RIVER MUD
REMEMBER THE DAY
THAT I BLOODIED YOUR CLOTHES
WITH THE RUSTY SCISSORS
I FOUND BEFORE YOU GOT HOME?
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| - MY BODY HURTS. ITS AMAZING HOW MUCH PUNISHMENT YOU CAN THROW AT THE HUMAN BODY, AND IT STILL MANAGES TO BE ONLY 20 MINUTES LATE TO WORK IN THE MORNING EVERY NOW AND THEN. FUCK, 7AM ALWAYS SNEAKS UP ON MY ASS. AND I CURSE ALL FOOD THAT IS NOT BEER. IVE BEEN SO FUCKING CONSTOPATED LATELY. I MEAN BACKED UP LIKE A DUMP TRUCK. MY STOMACH IS IN A CONSTANT STATE OF MERRY GO ROUND THESE LAST FEW DAYS. IT HAS BETRAYED ME. WELL, HOPEFULLY WE CAN AGREE ON SOME SORT OF SETTLEMENT AND MY COLON CAN GO OFF STRIKE. YUP, ANOTHER WEEK ANOTHER PAYCHECK ANOTHER FRUITLESS TRIP TO THE SHITTER.
SO LAST NIGHT I SPENT MOST OF MY FREE TIME AFTER WORK WRENCING ON THE PLYMOUTH. IT FELT GOOD TO BE GETTING DIRTY AGIAN. MY CUTICLES WERE WAY TOO CLEAN. IVE GOTTA DO SOME MORE WORK TO IT TODAY, BUT I CANT WAIT DRIVE IT AGAIN, BEACUSE AS MUCH AS I CURSE THAT CAR I LOVE DRIVING IT. ANYWAY, AFTER I GOT DONE, I DECIDED TO GO TO THE CEDAR AND GET SOME BEER. ME AND JEREMY GOT INTO A HEATED DISCUSSION OVER LED ZEPPLIN AND THE WHO. ME BEING A "ZEPPLIN" FAN AND HE A RABID "WHO" FAN OF COURSE LED TO AN ARM WRESTLING MATCH. AFTER A FEW MINUTES OF BLACK DOG GRUNTS, I EMERGED VICTORIOUS. A DEFENDER OF THE "ZOSO". A SHOT OF RUM LATER I HEADED HOME.
I PROMISED MYSELF ID HIT THE SHOWER AND GO STRAIGHT TO BED AS MY BODY ACHED JUST AS MUCH AS IT SMELLED. BUT I SAT DOWN AND STARTED PLAYING GUITAR AND WRITING AND CAME UP WITH SOMEHTING THAT I JUST COULDNT STOP PLAYING. IT WAS ABOUT AIMEE. I SANG IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN TILL I FINALLY GOT IT PIECED TOGETHER. THEN I GOT SOME STUPID WILD HAIR UP MY ASS AND PONDERED GOING OVER THERE, SITTING IN HER HALLWAY AND SPILLING THE GUTS I HAD SEWN UP IN THIS SONG. ILL LEAVE YOU IN SUSPENSE AS TO WHETHER I WENT OVER THERE OR NOT. MY FRIENDS WILL BE ABLE TO TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT I DID. (THATS WHY I LOVE EM) | | |
| - LONG WEEKEND OF ROCKNROLL, BOOZE, BRAWLS AND BREAKIN SHIT. 3 DAYS ROCKIN FOR ME AND WHITE KNUCKLE DRIVER AND TWO DAYS ROCKIN FOR THE BEAUTY PAGEANT. WE MANAGED TO GET IN A FIGHT, BREAK A $400 WINDOW ON MY VOLVO LOANER CAR, AND GET MIKES VAN STUCK IN THE MUD AND WRECKED BY A REDNECKS BALL HITCH (TAKE THAT ANY DIRTY WAY YOU WANT). IT BRINGS BACK FOND AND NOT SO FOND MEMORIES OF TOURING WITH THOSE GUYS. WHAT A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE! FOR CHRISSAKE, ONE MINUTE YOUR ON TOP OF YOUR SO CALLED LIFE, THE NEXT MINUTE, SHIT HITS THE FAN. THEN WHEN YOU FACTOR IN THE OVERWHELMING TENDENCY OF THE STARS TO BESTOW ALL THEIR BAD LUCK UPON YOURS TRULY, ROAD TRIPS GET REALLY INTERESTING. SO EVEN THOUGH KENDALL IS LEAVING AND THE ICT JUGGGERNAUT IS GOING TO SLOW DOWN, I GARUANTEE IT WILL NEVER STOP. LIVE TO DRINK, DRINK TO ROCK. FUCKIN A.
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