joined on 10/24/07
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about me
My obsessions include horses, mono-fins, dragons, powerskips, tigers, crystal sticks, hawks, balls (orbs), unicorns, chainmail, zebras, strange bikes, centaurs, a new found love for Bungie's Halo, and sometimes giraffs. I am a true Renaissance man, though some would call me a hippie. Everything I do works the mind as well as body. Most things are not commonly known to the public yet, so I generally come accross as weird. In the first ten minuts of meeting me, you would think of me as insane, crazy, or weird. After getting to know me, you'll just find I am happy all the time. Some who realize this dont accept it, and still call me peculiar things, becuase I, of course, do not conform to society. Why am I werid? I dont expect anything to entertain me on its own. I bring the party with me, even if all I have to work with is a styrofaom cup (SOME OF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!). Televisoin is for people with no immagination. All TV consists of is lies and gossip, and if it wasn't so, no one would watch. The freetime I have goes towards whichever one of my hobbies I am intersted in at the time. None of my hobbies are full-time, as it should be, which is why it is good to have many. I learn skills not to show off, but to have fun. The only reason I learn newer and more complex things is for my own benifit. The most common phrase I hear people say is 'you have too much time on your hands'. My response: 'I have the same amount of time as you. so... how do you spend your time?' I usualy get a poor answer from everyone. It is not the time that matters, it is the effort. Learn what your friends do in their spare time, and see if they enjoy telling you about it. More times than not, they dont even care that you ask. I will be glad to answer any questions about myself or what I do. Just message me! I do not, however, accept random friend requests. Tell me a bit about yourself, and I will visit your page. All friends are welcome, but no friends should be strangers.
Scarborough Faire!!!
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Alright, So Im working the Potato booth In Pecan Grove! Not exactly my choice of vender... but its a job with a change of environment with awsome people! Ive made stops by the sticks and sphere booths. I havent found anyone I know yet. If anyo...
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The Walk Home.
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Ok, so I try and fail. I got out tonight, did some stuff, exerted engergy, and was still bummed. On the brighter side, I flew my heli for the first time since the repairs. It flew beutifuly, despite the wind. Though, I guess Im more of a black and...
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Freedom to be Depressed. Who Cares?
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Shatered Carbon
Cause of a Broken Brain
it Cannot Move. I Cannot Fly
Grounded, and in pain.
The work is done, the wings are fixed.
but dead still is the mind.
sitting in the corner, getting its rest
this anger waists my time
The head s...
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Alright, So Im working the Potato booth In Pecan Grove! Not exactly my choice of vender... but its a job with a change of environment with awsome people! Ive made stops by the sticks and sphere booths. I havent found anyone I know yet. If anyone will be around, stop by, or tell me where I can meet you! I finally got a costume pouch to wear, so I can carry an orb around. YAY! Well, see you all at the faire!!!
~Balthezar~
Tue, April 8, 2008 - 8:47 PM
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Ok, so I try and fail. I got out tonight, did some stuff, exerted engergy, and was still bummed. On the brighter side, I flew my heli for the first time since the repairs. It flew beutifuly, despite the wind. Though, I guess Im more of a black and white person, as I dont find pleasure in the small bits of happiness that float in a sea of sadness. I walked home from my adventures. Took me about an hour.
The time was welcomed, as it always is. It gave me time to think. All of my instint is t...
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Sun, February 3, 2008 - 5:39 PM
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Shatered Carbon
Cause of a Broken Brain
it Cannot Move. I Cannot Fly
Grounded, and in pain.
The work is done, the wings are fixed.
but dead still is the mind.
sitting in the corner, getting its rest
this anger waists my time
The head spins
as it should, but with no play
the concequance of luxury
pain brings night to this day.
The couche is warm, yet cold
much like everything else...
no work this way, no climb no foil
but cheating the routine doesnt help
the earth growl...
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Tue, January 29, 2008 - 8:55 PM
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