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| Location: |
Oak Harbor Washington |
| Zip Code: |
98278 |
| Age: |
27, Capricorn |
| Height: |
6 ft. 0 in. |
| Hair, Eyes: |
Black, Brown |
| Body: |
Athletic |
| Ethnicity: |
Pacific Islander |
| Religion: |
Didn't Say |
| Politics: |
Didn't Say |
| Education: |
Some College |
| Income: |
$25,000 - $50,000 |
| Job: |
Engineering |
| Smoke: |
Don't Smoke |
| Has Kids: |
No |
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| About Me |
I've decided I will just write....
What is it that drives us to give labels to everyone and everything there is to life? Is there need to label what we consider a man? What could a man be, especially in the world we live in? What makes a man?
This is a crude story, of a man not of our time. A man not from this land, with a different language,sense of discipline, and faith. Who is this man you might ask? Time being lost, losing word of tongue to such a fellow might seem absurd. He listens, seeks, knows his tale will be remembered. Knows it will be passed down, word for word, unchanged by the ignorance of time. The question now isn't who this man is, or what makes his story so special; it's why can't all men follow his example. If anyone were to be labeled a man, such a fate would be disregarded concerning him. He is not a label, he is not a man, he is the thought that sprouted our questioning....
eff the punctuation, too tired of it
Blood dripped from his blade, sweat beating down his face, his muscles tensed, awareness growing weary.... His faith holding firm, his belief trudged him on. *crackle* He felt as something hard bludgeon him against his helmet. The sound of the metal grinding against his skull brought even his legs to a complete standstill. Dropped to one knee, gripping his sword in agony, vengeance filling his view, He swung in retaliation, only to be halted by another thunderous applause at his cranial, this time drawing his mind to a blank. Darkness overtook his vengeance, all that could be heard was the screaming and wallowing embers nearby. His heart was beating slowly, his pulse fading fast....
*closing the book* "so precious" He2(completely different fellow, I'll add names and such later) said, looking down upon the now resting children. Stories of war were all he could seem to find to make them find peace.
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The hawk... lost in a world of possibilities... is what I'd like to think of myself as...
My names Eugene, and I'm kind of a shy guy. I don't do this online personals thing very much, but as of lately I've found that all the people around me are not of the best character. I'm just looking for a friend, or a relationship, I just want to meet someone who isn't fake on the outside. I guess like anyone else in the world haha...
Well, let's get started......
I'm an outgoing individual who is always up for something new. I have to admit though, there is a few constants in my life, like my need to cook, and there is times where I just can't help but stay inside watching a movie or editing music. If you looking to get laid or any of that right off the bat, I'm sorry, I'm just not that type of guy. I have to admit though, cuddling and kissing is a plus, even if it takes awhile. I like to hike, adventure, and drive around in my little bug, haha yes I know a bug.... It's old and nifty though.... give it a chance  . The things I look for in a girl is just someone I can talk to, you don't have to be pretty, it is a plus though. You don't have to be similar to me, I find people who have different interests very fascinating....Umm.... It's kind of late, so I'll end it here, but it is a work in progress at best.
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| Want To Find: |
A woman ages 19 to 25 to date |
Interests:
I Like: |
Anything outdoors really, Chains of Consciousness, Computer Programming, Drawing, Drums, Hiking, Muse, Music, Photography, Psychology, Reading, Russian History, Sherlock Holmes, Violin, Writing |
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