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My ICQ number is 7379101
This is my first pathetic attempt to start a home page so give me a break, and some pointers if you want. I live in Santa Claus, Indiana. I swear to God that this is a real place in Southern Indiana. I am 16 years old. I am 5 feet 7 inches. I weigh a solid 128 pounds. I have black hair with blonde highlights. My eyes are dark brown. I play the drumset and soccer. I like to party with my friends and skate. I don't have a girlfriend but I'm playing the field. I drive a crappy '92 Ford Tempo. I put in a CD player and a radar detector. I have three warnings for driving with a headlight out, driving with a tail light out (gay isn't it), and doing 75 in a 45. January 10th of '98, i was driving home from a basketball game and i my car struck and killed a deer. The deer deserved it. Just like anything else that runs in front of a speeding vehicle. Well the deer cauzed $2200 in damage to my car. Oh well. Check me out at Alamak under the nick 'prophet'. Some cool bands are Smashing Pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails, Smashmouth, Wu-Tang Clan, Sugar Ray, Sublime, Oasis, Stone Temple Pilots, and Bush. When I graduate high school I am going to attend the college football national champions school, the University of Michigan, no matter what the admissions office says. I want to be a music major. Email me at wctravel@psci.net. Thanx for reading my page!

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people since Jan. 2nd 1998

Email: wctravel@psci.net
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I'm not a hate the world person but this is one of my best poems
  • Struggles
  • Forgotten things remembered,
  • Like the mindless on the run,
  • Dark thoughts of insanity,
  • And screams of slavery,
  • Enraged by the mind,
  • The soul is grasped,
  • Grasping for the blood of Echos.
  • The distracted thoughts of justice,
  • Are questioned by the guilty,
  • And judged by,
  • The innocent cries of the dead.
  • The painlesss mourn,
  • The loss of hope,
  • For new strength,
  • And soon regret,
  • The present because,
  • It is connected to the past,
  • In a form that,
  • Can not be broken,
  • Even by that with,
  • An external key of knowledge.
  • Send your comments to my guestbook, please! If you copy this poem at least email me what you got (grade wise) on it!
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