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-Jacked from MySpace-


About me:
Goddag, meg navnet er Tyson og Jeg vil gjerne være innenfor du.
Without spitshining my own grave.


Fun Facts, ad-lib style:
Likes his coffee black, just like his metal,
Enjoys literary pretention, and the superiority complex to go with,
Rambunctiously cuddles with Jerry-lee Lewis, the Devil,
Writes letters to Amnesty, telling them to free his Muse,
Thinks that you need to do it, for the lesser of two evils,
Intimates Sen with the best of Snow,
Is voraciously upholding pro-Skub,
Never needs to see beneath the mire; he knows,
Is mostly deaf, but still got the hidden message in Si Noviux,
Has become one with transgenderal synth-pop, and the glory therein,
Reckons you're fair keen, Chummer,
Needs to stop cavorting with your girlfriend(s),
Loves his Alabaster Princess more than his most prized ego trophy,
Orders everything in a straight line, as rehab taught,
Wouldn't mind being more than his conflagratory pieces,
Asks the wrong things to get the right answers,
Has a free mind to go with your noosehand,
Doesn't mind the white noise, as long as it's played backwards,
Is Samson's dealer, kicking it Methuselah style,
Burns only in the most moralistic of places, eroticose,
Thinks like a salubrious waste of synaptic neurosis,
Critiques metal like a horrible coquette, oh you! *giggle*
Is the one who fucked up the Boston Girl,
Is your problem now,
Loves you all.

Real Facts and Guidelines:
Don't believe what I say,
Judge me as hard as possible,
I only want you for the sex,
You are not my friend,
I like my goods damaged... Very damaged,
I'll sell my soul to make a quick buck,
My body aches from mistakes,
I am not a robot,
I will self-destruct,
When logic fails, violence ensures,
Yesterday don't mean shit,
I AM A TRAPPED FUCKING POET,
I tend to compel people to make bad choices for my own amusement,
An hour in my head can last days, if you're lucky,
Your overexposed picture says more than "ugly" ever would,
I only ever make the same mistake twice if it feels better than sex,
Only call people for five (5) rings, fuck!
/b/ is an extention of your mind on crack,
The mass of ego is directly proportional to the lack of self-esteem,
I am a female on the internet, and want your whoredollars,
The smaller my shirt, the bigger I am,
I think gyms breed lasting friendships and rampant homosexuality,
If the war inside my head would take a day off, I'd be dead,
I really need to stop taking other people's prescription medication,
"A night in Toowoomba" means "Back in three with no cash",
My blood is my honour, my race is my pride,
That table of car jocks over there are going to flog the fuck out of me,
My time is all that I own, and I won't let it slip away,
The World does actually owe me something; crazy - I know,
GG Allin and I are both infected with AIDS, and kill all we fuck,
When Tyson says he's gonna buy bread, Tyson buys fucking bread,
It takes a "lot" more to arouse me than your naked body, slut,
I'll take you in off the street, feed and clothe you for your story,
Tyson isn't here, he left during the glory days of sociopathy,
I over-appreciate the positives of lysergic acid diethylamide,
My life writes the story of cheap porn, but with more bondage,
I use my shoe as a pillow on a regular basis,
I prefer to get drunk very quickly and forget everything,
I really do fucking love you all.



Typing "BR" makes me think too much of Nevada-tan.

Yeah, that's about it.

MSN - tslund@hotmail.com
I'm that much of a generic kid. Please do me.

For the love of all those snivelling by the hem of my gown.


Who I'd like to meet:
I'd enjoy meeting an arrogant, egocentric and quite domineering female who'd enjoy nothing more than to tie me down and beat the slut out of me.
Or if not, just someone who can slap me upside my stupid fucking hipster face. *grins*

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