Whats YOUR story?

No, bruver, it seyounds jus' leik you.

Just like Mick Jagger I guess.

Lucifer, actually.

some of you have been brainwashed in stereotype, btw.

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'...some hand in hand, some gather together in bands, the bleeding hearts and artists make their stand...'

"That cat's something I can't explain..."

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Work in the ER is a mix of can do, can't do and "sure, what the hell..."

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Still planning?

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Work in the ER is a mix of can do, can't do and "sure, what the hell..."

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I'm just a little Fairmont Grue inhabiting the Jagged mountains from whence I was born. The sky is Orange at night the rivers are quiet. I sold my Soul to Wallman Hall and thus spend my time drawing. Sometimes me and Josh escape for night in the Blue Bird as we drive the twisted streets of Rt19. Life is strange here. I used to be an Urban Pagan in PA, worshing trees in a concrete jungle....but that's all past and now I'm lost at Sea...don't follow me...I've lost my way...I've lost my way......

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"Luke, estoy tu pap'a!"
"No! NOOO! Es no verdad!!!!"

Go read "The Catcher in the Rye." The resemblance is frightening.
I actually wrote a semi-fictional autobiography. Never got it published, though.

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Never tell anyone anything. If you do, you start missing everyone.

"He's chained forever to a world that departed;
It's not enough, it's not enough."

"I think this is where we came in."

Why?

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Yeah once I started writing a book to, but when I started repeating Screw Flanders Over and Over I knew I had nothing.

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The tide is turning.

Why not?

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Never tell anyone anything. If you do, you start missing everyone.

"He's chained forever to a world that departed;
It's not enough, it's not enough."

"I think this is where we came in."

Born December 7 1987 8 pounds 7 ounces at 7:20 pm(hmm...). Lived in Orange County New York my whole life. Age 5 met one of my best friends ever. Third grade her brothers died, which was my first encounter with death that affected me. In 3rd grade told all my fellow classmates that the government was corrupt and that aliens were trying to take over the Earth. Lost all friends. Lightened up with the government stuff and made many friends. Discovered Dark Side of the Moon in 8th grade and have been a Pink Floyd obsessive ever since. Now I'm your typical angst-filled teen who plays guitar, hangs with friends, quotes Fight Club, wears band shirts, pretends to be stoned despite having never touched the stuff and posts on site such as these. I'm pathetic.

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"Hey You! Don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in, without a fight."

Ok, that darned avatar needs to go!

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Work in the ER is a mix of can do, can't do and "sure, what the hell..."

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Actually semen (pronounced "se"-"men") is the Russianised form of Simon.

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Work in the ER is a mix of can do, can't do and "sure, what the hell..."

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I miss Fairmont. I was just listening to 'The Pyramid Song' thinking of the orange...

So anyway..my story.
Life moves too f***ing slow, and still too fast. I should have been born 30 years before I was. I'm in college in Fairmont, West-by God-Virginia. I'm an art education major. I like stuff.

Oh, yeah. I forgot. People call me Mango.

Life is good most of the time. I'm sure as hell not ready for it to end, anyway.

And I was born Dec. 19, 1983. No other vital stats should really be of interest to you, but if they are, you can always check out the issue of Playboy I was in, they have all of that included.

I was joking there, really.

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“Our steak and martinis is draft beer with weenies.” -George Jones