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If you love something let it go. If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it. Sex: male Age: 21 Location: Poplar Bluff, MO, Formerly Sacramento, CA, United States Member since: April 24, 2008 Account: Premium Member Orientation: Straight Status: Single Occupation: Street Samurai and Waiter ADD FRIEND ADD FAVORITE ADD TO SHITLIST ADD TO CULT BLOCK USER REPORT USER

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Hail and well met. I am Wolf, called Tech by most, known to very few as Kyle, and even fewer Kitty or Baker. If you proceed to read further you may or may not be taking a trip on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride depending upon your view point. I've seen many bare their soul on here, and felt the need to share a bit more of mine than in past renditions of my profile to clear up some misconceptions about that ever so interesting question; who is Wolf? Why don't we start off with the basics. I was born in Sacramento, CA in the Kaiser North hospital around 8:30pm on the 23rd day in the month of March in the year 1987. We moved all over the place from coast to coast for the first 7 years of my life. After that we returned to Sacramento where we proceeded to move all over Sacramento until I was in 8th Grade. We proceeded to remain in that house until we moved to Missouri in the month of June in the year 2007. I've attended college pursuing both a business and a photography degree previously and gave up on them, i'm currently attending college for a network administration degree and have so far stuck with it. I also have two older brothers. Basics enough for you? I hope so. Now for the more interesting factors. When I was 7 months old I fell 6ft onto my neck and skull causing a rather large concussion and now later in life i've discovered mild nerve damage to my tactile senses. I skipped crawling and went straight to walking/running at the age of 5 and 9 months. I didn't speak until I was well into the terrible two's before that i'd simply grunt and point. I also managed to successfully cook for the first time around the same time as beginning to speak, I made bacon. At 5 years old I had a terrible bike accident that resulted in my cracking my skull and cutting open my forehead from temple to temple, amazingly it only took 3 stitches for them to close the wound. When we arrived back in California we moved in with my grandparents, I always swore that their house was haunted. It was during my stay at their house that I received my first memorable personal encounter with the paranormal, I was being choked by a malevolent spirit until someone or something destroyed it. Oddly enough the next day my grandfather began teaching me to sense the energy around me and how to work with it. Later when both he and my grandmother had passed on, the Buddhists who purchased the home asked their spirits for permission to live there and had all other spirits exorcised from the house. I attended church with my parents for quite a long time, even though I was never able to truly believe what the church was teaching me. I always knew that there had to be some other path better suited for my spirituality, my beliefs. After a while I just stopped attending and went down to my local comic shop on Sunday mornings rather than attend church. Eventually in the year 2005 I discovered paganism, and realized that is what I as a pagan. That my grandfather had put the spark there unknowingly, as he himself was a Christian according to his claims and attended church till his dying day; which had been a number of years previous to my discovery of paganism. Insanity, 2005 was a rather insanity inducing year. First it was Maggy, Maggy was a one eyed image of beauty. Even the oddity of her glass eye could not ruin such a vision. Maggy was a sick and twisted creature, which is to be expected when one was put through the abuse she had been by her older brother. Some how she'd seen into me, seen all the shit I had been put through by my brothers. All the shit i'd taken so long to lock away. She spent that summer unlocking everything I had buried, making sure that it'd be never locked out of my mind again. Making sure i'd remember it all, and then getting rid of me by telling me all the hurt and pain she'd inflicted in the time i'd known her was all on purpose. She hadn't realized exactly what she was unlocking and couldn't keep a handle on me once she was done. So like a piece of trash I was thrown away. My good friend Desiree tried to step in and comfort me. Eventually she had me in love with her and Maggy long forgotten, for the moment. On December 4th, Desiree died in a fatal car accident in the cold wintry north that is Canada while staying with her mother. I went insane for the next 7 months, many of the people I counted as friends abandoned me during that time. Rather than deal with the insanities flowing from my mouth and try to help me they ran like cowards. This resulted in more than a few failed suicide attempts. It was the failed suicide attempts that cleared my head. Made me realize that life goes on. That I was meant to keep on living if I couldn't succeed in dying. I took an inventory of my life and realized that i'd broken bones, had bones broken, been stabbed, shot at, etc. silly pills weren't going to take me down. But I didn't feel I deserved an honorable death such as seppuku so I moved on and kept living. Though I feel that since then I have regained my honor through deed and mental reform. If you've bothered reading thus far, i'll warn you now. I hate humanity and almost everything that it stands for. I am not a nice person, if I am nice to you consider yourself an exemption not the standard. If you receive pleasantries from me this means you have status as one of three things. You either are my friend,a potential friend, or something to amuse myself with. Don't think that because I happen to be nice to you that the rest of the world gets treated the same way. I am chaos wrapped up in a shell of logic. While my psychologist found my view on life interesting, he indicated that most other psychologists would label me as a borderline sociopath, though I must add that I do have a great deal of self control. I am not some blathering idiot who goes around acting without thinking. If this were true i'd be in jail/mental institute not having a profile on here. I hope this puts any of you that might be looking into me for a more "alternative" life styles worries to rest. I have no shame, if you try to throw something in my face I guarantee you'll receive the pointy end of my wit in your metaphorical gut. If you treat me with respect I shall return the same in kind. If you plan to approach me with anything but niceties I suggest you walk away now, you'll only fail in the end and please me in the process if you don't walk. To sum me up, think of me like a cat. A cat thinks this is my house I only let you live here, and you're my toys. This is my world I only let you live here, and you're my toys. Whether I am respectful and caring or wanton and destructive is up to you.

Photography and I mean real god damn photography. Photoshoping your pics into something worth looking at does not make you a photographer. It makes you something more akin to a painter. This is why I prefer to shoot film and why most of you won't see jack shit of my work until I can afford a D-SLR or get fed up and shoot some shit with my itty bitty camera. Pizza, it's the great fucking connector people. There is nothing about any sort of life style that I can think of cept maybe being a vegan (then again you can order a pizza without cheese) that stops you from sharing a pizza with one another. If there's ever a hope for world peace it'll be forged by pizza I tell you. A love for pizza is a love that can be had by anyone. Pre-gunpowder weapons, anything sharp/pointy/blunt/etc. fascinates me to no end. I feel as if there's something so much more personal about them than gunpowder weapons. Which in fact there is, I mean hacking someone's limb off in face to face combat is much more personal than being shot by a musket line hundreds of feet away. Or having your leg taken off by a cannon being fired from hundreds of yards away. I feel if you think you should be killing someone have the guts to do it personally. Technology, I would hope that the style and word used in my username would of given at least a slight hint to this. Though technology doesn't always like me. I like messing around with a wide variety of things and giving tech support for what I can, but not because i'm a generally nice person but because it reaffirms my faith in humanities general stupidity and ineptness to even learn to do some of the simplest tasks on their own. under construction...

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