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Heeii there
What the fuck are you thinking just reading some random person's profile?
Dunno?
Me n'eather,, it's also one of my habbits whenever Im bored...

Soo,, yeah.
This is me,, yes I drink,, Yes I smoke.

No! Im not 100 years old or something,,Im 17,, but that's the same story as my name,, it's old and its lame xD

Has no religion,, Like it that way,, no need to believe in ficional characters when you're not able to believe in yourself.

I'm still in school..
And i'm also learning the art of tattooing,, with my mom as teacher,, and meanwhile actually working @ her own privatepractise.

Mkay,, I'm out of words,, wanna know more?
Add me,, I like new friends^^
I gues..
Peace


All in the family by Brian Hugh Warner..


He hoped the tape recorder would still work. It was the one of those small portable ones often used in schools or libraries. Teddy didn't even realize the irony of his action--Angie was in fact the one who had bought it for him. He wiped the hair and blood off the corner and released a sigh of frustration. "Mother will probably ground me from the television," he considered, looking to the mess he had made.

"Damn her. Damn them all. Why did she have to hurt Peg? Why?" Balefully, he kicked the corpse beside him. Her glazed eyes stared back at him with empty fascination. "You bitch. You killed Peg."

His sister's dead look gave no resonse. (He wondered why.) Her face looked so shadowed. He lifted her head up by her clotted hair and saw that it was dried blood on her cheek that created the mock shadow. He saw, too, that the dent in her skull had stopped gushing; the coagulated blood had formed a gelatinous plug.

Mother would be home soon. He would have to dig a grave.

Teddy got up and walked to his bedroom where Peg's plastic body lay deflated. Atop her bloodless chest was a kitchen knife and she stared at the ceiling with her permanent expression-mouth in the shape of an O. She looked as if she would scream.

He picked up the doll's head and looked tearfully at the flat terrain of her airless, life-sized figure. Cradling her head, he began to cry-each tear held a thousand wishes to bring her back. He was glad Angie was dead-She had deserved every last blow. As Teddy stroked her artificial hair he noticed the stench coming from his sister who lay several feet away. He knew it was urine-he had heard her bladder release when he struck the final deadly blow. He had hit her once more for good measure-she killed Peg. He had every right.

Carefully, he let Peg's head rest on the carpet. Bending down, he kissed her cheek and wiped some sticky stuff from her rubber lip. Mom had told him before not to touch Peg or make the nasty in her mouth, but he couldn't help it. He loved her too much just to leave her be. If Mom found out he was doing the nasty then she would take Peg away, like before-he would have to find her too.

As Teddy went back to Angie's body he stopped for a moment to marvel at her nudity. He had always watched her dress from the closet, but he had never seen her thing up close. He was fascinated by the dark tuft of hair between her legs-Peg didn't have that. Cautiously he touched her thigh, and jerked away as if her flesh were hot. It wasn't though. In fact, she was starting to get cold. It had been four hours.

"I hate you," he informed her cadaver eyes.

Again he touched her thigh, but this time he didn't pull away. Gently, he ran his fingertips up her hip and toward her crotch. With the other hand, he pulled her muscled legs apart. Between them was a puddle ofurine the size of a pancake. He gave her genitals a curious poke. She was much softer than Peg, and wait-although her body was cold and pallid, she was warm inside. He was getting excited by her macabre sexual divinity.

He had to stop-Mother would be upset if he was doing the nasty. She hated the nasty; Dad had found that out the hard way. All she liked was sewing and watching Family Feud. She loved that Richard Dawson guy.

But she was so yeilding, so doughy. Peg's skin was hard and waxy inside-he'd had her for ten years (when he was eighteen he ordered her from a dirty magazine). Angie was only five then, and now she had matured into a beautiful young woman. He really didn't hate her that much but she shouldn't have killed Peg. He was only watching her in the shower. It was nothing new. But she would have told Mother, Mother couldn't stand for that kind of filth in her house. That's why he had to hide Peg in the first place. Mother was so old-fashioned; he had to hide a lot from Mother.

Going to the garage, he fetched a spade and began digging in the garden. He had to finish before she got home.

The soil was tender, and it took but a half hour to make the grave.

Time was precious so he went in and cleaned up. He grabbed a towel and went to Angie's room. Grabbing both her arms, he pulled her back a few feet-the puddle had soaked into the carpet, leaving a dark stain. He carefully sopped it up and threw the towel in her closet.

As he dragged her through the living room, he considered an idea. It was the best idea he had ever had. If Mother had liked the nasty, she would have been proud of his idea.

He dropped Angie's arms and went back to his room. It pained him to look at Peg's wasted body; the gash in her chest seemed bigger and painful. But she was old, he thought. Maybe it was best he had died.

Teddy had tossed the knife and carried the rubber doll's limp torso through the kitchen into the back yard. "I'm sorry Peg," he told her painted face. He wouldn't bury her just yet-first he wanted to try out his idea. If it worked, then he would cover her up.

It was almost time, he would have to hurry. Back in his siter's room, he took off his jeans and knelt beside the corpse. The smell of death was pungent and sickening, but the life was too frightening for him to handle. He was more of a watcher. But it was too late for watching and she would be perfect. He could hide her. Just like Peg.

As Teddy mounted his sister in fumbling, incstuous act of necrophilia, Mother's car pulled into the cracked driveway. She saw through the grimy windsheild the rotting bags of trash piled among the weeds near the porch. That damnable Teddy. Just like his father.

Merely four strokes within her, Teddy finished shamefully; he stayed inside her for a few moments-he liked the slimy grip on his flesh. He was embarrassed, but he liked the nasty stuff so much. Why couldn't Mother understand his needs?

"Teddy, didn't I tell you to take out the trash?" she hollered as the front door opened, slamming into the wall. She grimaced as a rat scuttled from somewhere to anywhere. A catalog of punishments befuddled her mind as she crossed the living room.

Teddy froze. How could he explain this to Mother? He would have to hide Angie; if mother saw what-

"Teddy."

As Mother hobbled into the hall, he looked up from his disgraceful position.

She stood above him, ancient and leviathan from his angle. Her cane loomed over him like a tree trunk.

Teddy's frozen panic melted and he leapt up and hurriedly cupped his naughty parts, hiding them from mother.

"Teddy, why didn't you take out the garbage?"

"Huh?" He was confused be her displaced question, her banal motherliness.

"Oh, never mind." She poked her cane at Angie with simple curiosity. "Put on your drawers."

"Mother, it wasn't my fault, she killed--" He quickly shut his mouth-Mother couldn't know about Peg. She hated Peg.

"She's dead, huh?"

"Mother, I didn't mean to kill her." That was a lie.

"You were watching her again," Mother beamed.

"No Mother. I never ever watched her. I promise I didn't."

"You did, she tells me."

"No Mother." That bitch, she had told. He wished he could kill her again; she suffered too little.

"I told you not to do the nasty. And now I catch you doin' it on your sister. What can I do with such a distrespectful boy?"

Her rhetoric frightened him. What if she took away the television? What if she made him take those pills again-what did she call them? Saltpeter? He could fix that though. He was good at hiding them under his tongue and then throwing them out his window.

Although Teddy was taller than Mother, she overwhelmed him with her presence. She stepped over Angie and raiser her cane to his head; she was varicose in her elegance

"Bad boys have to be punished. That's how we keep a family together."

Sharply, and with suprising force, she bludgeoned his head repeatedly until he collapsed, limp and denigrate on the carpet.

* * *

When Teddy awoke, he winced at the tugging pain at his eyelids-they wouldn't open no matter how hard he strained. Atop his naked groin he feld the cold security of Peg, and beneath him the gritty soil. Damn Mother and her sewing. He touched his eyelids and knew he would find tiny knotted stitches binding his vision

"Teddy," she called from above. "You've been a bad boy. You won't be looking at Angie anymore though, I've seen to that. Just like your father you are. I had to teach him a lesson too."

He heard an earthly scrape from above and pleaded for forgiveness. "Mother please, I didn't mean to look. I'm sorry. Please, Mother--"

A scoop of dirt landed on his face, covering his nose and mouth; his arms were squeezed too tightly into the grave to protest.

"Got to keep the family together."

Mother continued to fill in the grave as Teddy struggled to free himself; he wanted to spit but his mouthful of dirt prohibited any such action. Above, Mother babbled about dicipline and Teddy's punishment led to suffocation as his eyes seeped tears of blood.


Have some haikus if you must^^


I saw a rainbow
On the day my grandma died
Fuckin' lesbian


For fifteen cents a
Day you can feed an African
They eat pennies


Old peoples' skin sags
Because it's being pulled toward
The underworld


Do unto others
As you would have them do to you
Said the rapist


My aunt used to say
Slow and steady wins the race
She died in a fire


Even if he is
Your friend, never, ever call
An Asian person

And finally

Bono, if you want
To help poor people, sell your
Tinted shades, you cunt



High class porn?

I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs
As I removed my source of Grecian power
As if King Midas dared to touch the skies
Upon thy body fell a golden shower

Thy body's temples, two church bells had rung
Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed
The sun had set, thy set with wary hung
I thought, "How black a night and blue a lode"

I said, "What light through yonder beaver breaks?
It is the yeast"

And now my belly's yellow
My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes
But 'tis not massive, I am no Othello

And when that final moment came to pass
Like Christ I came-a riding on an ass







Likes :
Love
Peace
Fun
Summer
Vodka
Friendship
Fantasy
PhiloSOPHY =D
Free my mind
Party's
Intoxication
Forgiveness
Icecream
Freedom
Beeeer
Photoshopping
Painting
Art
Psychedelics
Hippies
Happiness
Expression
Creativity
Music
Sigarettes
Amsterdam
Endless roadtrips
Computergames
Jellybeans
Mesmerize
Thursday night
Rocks
Drumming
Kisses
THC
Humor
Laughing
Sunshine
Memories
Tattoo art
Piercings
Working
Laziness
You

Dislikes :
Arrogance
Discrimination
Putting sex in your likes,, captain obviouse..
Prejudices
Misunderstanding
Boredom
Rules
Unessecary Logical Thinking
Bad Silence
Uncertainty
Rain
Spiders
Nagging
Gay guys with TO much expression of them being gay
Jealousy
Relationships
Man ;D
No really I hate 85% of the male humans xD
Junky's steeling my bike.
Bad breath.
Ink stains all over my clothes and face ><
You

Bands :
Who really cares?

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