TickerTwizted

Is it better to be feared, or respected? and i ask you, is it too much to ask for both? [View Updates]

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A Short, Sickening Story of Ticker Twizted A cold January night strikes 8 in the morning. The sound of drums beat to the marching legs of the Whidbey Island NAVY base, and sun is forced to rise to witness this tampered soul. As pure as he was born, he would soon be unraveled in a heap of hell and darkness that would change the very tides of destiny, and turn him...hollow.

His mother, was into drugs to calm her own problems, and lust more important than childish lives. Augie, his father, a military stiff, had better things to do than to give him attention. That attention he yearned for has grown and ached him to the very day. The warmth of love, the crave for music, that was the only escape from the clutches of his haunted memory.

Given the sick gift of Tourette Syndrome, a poison in the world of trend and probable cause, he's learned through years of addiction on induced medication, years and years behind walls of loneliness and lack of freedom, inside mental hospitals and institutes, abuse, and the ones who lived the same pain beside him leaving this life earlier than him, through the selfish act of suicide, only him to be a witness, the dreams haunt him, forever. Though trouble minded, he has been gifted with uniqueness, most can't put they're finger on it. Madly creative, sensible and understanding, his aura almost visible to the human eye. years past and only pain is caused, now he's free to experience life, instead a matured man, a man hollowed out to only be refilled by a young, lost boy. Years of suicide witness, the walls talk to him. he finds him self alone. When all seems to be ill, he turns on his boom box to unleash a powerful force that only true mind is spoken and true pain can only be related...music.

We pack his bags, and once was a short haired, white silk wearing phony, now stood a bandanna raveled, chain holding, spider haired creation with soft, yet blackened eyes, jaded all in black, on a mission, dripping wet with determination. Though he's been turned inside out, this new developed mutation has gained the power of great empathy, being able to read every hindered feeling one has to offer-or hide. All the darkness has spoken, and now seeps through his pores. through the pain and confusion, a gifted clan has been bestowed upon him. The Cape Fear Crew, a mess of troubled souls who relate to the very own pain he shares, they taunt the world with they're shadows and pain. They have chosen the worthy name of Ticker Twizted, the name that symbolizes all his efforts, trouble, and TS into a mad, concsious split personality that would take hold when chaos needed to be vented. Through videos of crude behavior, to the very rotten music they prevail, a band called Ravages of Time, (RxOxT) is the only way to let loose and vent out the poison entrusted in his meat puppet of a body. His body, born to him, yet just a puppet to the world, his rebelliousness has finally taken control.

He's been hollowed out, and only has a hardened shell to keep him from caving in. His soul still rests inside. He's been put on Earth for his own pleasures. He grabs his microphone and his camera, hair ablaze, clothes torn, bloody, eyes pumping insanity through your thoughts, and a twisted smile that sends the fear through your nerves, the same terror that haunts him.

The dreams, oh, the dreams, every fucking night. The suicide, his lost parents, his broken heart, and guilded with sickness. He's become one of the strongest beings on this planet, mentally, emotionally-and from here on, its just going to get better.

Embrace your thoughts and your gifts, Ticker Twizted, for you only have your very own selfish needs to live...without them, your nothing...guild the scathe, be the reaper of your own pleasure, and you will find your happiness, and so will they...