Where shall the weary rest? When shall the lonely heart come home? What doors are open for the wanderer, and in what place, and in what land, and in what time? Where? Where the weary heart can abide forever, where the weary of wandering can find peace, where the tumult, the fever, and the fret shall be forever stilled.
For everywhere, through the immortal dark, across the land, there has been something moving in the night, and something stirring in the hearts of men, and something crying in their wild unuttered blood, the wild unuttered tongues' huge prophecies. Where shall we go now? And what shall we do?...
During my last hours here at VF, I discovered an awful truth: Men are, indeed, cruel creatures. I've always felt that animal urge tugging my strings, pulling my heart this way and that. But to see it break a heart, to pull tears from someone's eyes... That hurt; lots. So, as a warning- I speak my mind. I may say things that seem too forward for someone of my station. If I appear to be "coming on to you" in any way, shape, or form- ream me for it. Block, scream, bomb whatever you may wish. I just don't want to see another broken heart caused by my cruelty...
Women
Nighttime hours
the Moon
Snow and the North
writing and reading
Music
Video Games and RP
The animal that drives me...
Simple minded sheep
some of my siblings
my living situation
bright and sunshiny days
the heat
boredom
being broke
unemployment
Raised on old school hip-hop and r&b, converted to alternative rock, then new age, then metal/industrial/techno-rave. If it's loud- I love it. Modern day hip-hop is garbage, and I've just never been a fan of country. I still have things to learn in the area of "classic" rock and metal but... My ears just won't bleed for everyone.
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