Class-Punk

I live in the country outside of the drain (Adrian). I'm more of a social moth than a social butterfly, and probably more accepting of isolation than the average person. I've given up on over-the-top fashion from having lived here so long, and given other settings and circumstances I wouldn't return to it. I'd like to move Northeast eventually, not so far that I'm out of driving distance from all the friends I have.

Well, its been over a year since I started this thread. Here is something I've wrote tonight on mystic experience, reposted from my blog.

This is how I feel about the double canine bone fragment in my mouth..

Yargh.

"ITS HOW I EAT MUH TATORS"

I can't get much into Industrial, not for me. The Trance I like, I would choose over it. However, even though Trance is considered dance music, the last thing I'd do is dance to it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZqaYXJ0PpE

Not always peaceful. However, relentlessly flexible to different goals and driven towards them.

These, maybe.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LL3vmVjYjBQ

I had a bad slouching problem, no fashion sense, social anxiety, was rail thin, and at the bottom of the social hierarchy. In late High School I was picked on less, because I hated being there, had black clothes and long black hair, and played Counter Strike to the point where I gave a speech on it in speech class, which collectively made everyone think I was going to go on a shooting. I've moved on from the things that've happened in school, forgive but don't forget. My father was a 200+ pound bodybuilder who has a history of anger problems and verbal abuse. As a child, I learned the meaning of fear. In High School, I caught him having an affair via email which is around the time I stopped talking to him with anything less than the fewest necessary words. Now, to pass the time in the recession, I use his weights.

Chill'n'trill -adjective http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1K7Sow5DKqA

Part of the draining series of dreams I had last night probably cause the air was too cold.. I was in a mall with family but didn't recognize any of them. They waited outside while I went into a narrow, well-lit store acting like a pay-to-get-in haunted house. Metal beds like trays were full of people who looked like a cross between zombies and the people out of evil dead; but I didn't realize this until I was at the end of the room. I tried to be nonchalant as they started making facial gestures and moving their arms, but it was real enough where I stayed above their heads in the gap between the beds and the wall. Halfway I just started crawling under the beds while they wriggled around above me. --- I've had some people from this forum in my dreams. Only four I can remember right now.

Keanu needs this movie. His last movie, The Benchwarmer, was lacking dialogue.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYYw6RdT3Z0

Shoot.

Drat.

Dang.

Seeing how it zounds on a Tylenol-3. So far so good.