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Name: Caleb
Country: United States
State: New York
Metro: Brooklyn
Birthday: 3/29/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: My birthday is March 29.
Music, i listen to it when i sleep, when i eat, at school, at home and on the way to and from both. most people think i am emo, well fuck you. i dress how i want when i want. my taste in music includes mainly death metal, grindcore, hardcore, and thrash. but i also have some emo, screamo, and techno in my collection. i like collecting knives and swords, and books as well. my future goal is to be a chef, i am working towards that goal by getting experience working in restaurants.
i've been described as a nice sensitive guy, i try to be romantic when i'm with someone special. so far that has gotten me fucking nowhere. i enjoy taking pictures, i don't exactly like taking pictures of myself. but then again i don;t think i'm very good looking. i'm not very good at making friends and keeping them, probably the longest i've had a friend that i can remember was about 1 year. i tend to move on easily, i've had to learn. i am origionally from louisiana, but i have liv
Expertise: Cooking would have to be my expertise.
Yep and thats all there is to say about that.
oh and making up amazing sexual fantasies=P
lol!~!~!~!~!
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  VictimEquarius
AIM: VictimEquarius
AIM: VictimEquarius
Yahoo:  calebnumber1
AIM: VictimEquarius
Member Since:
10/28/2004
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"May metal never die,
less all our souls be forfeit"
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"To Helen"
By: Edgar Allen Poe
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a pefumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long went to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!
this is to my new girlfriend Rosie.
it just made me think of you.
5/6/06
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| "A beautiful display of brutality"
SoniMinos
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…As the tempest of blood grins
We feast upon our hypocrisy
In the fortress of the dismal
My gown of death is wearing
I shall scorch this earth
Poison the well
Where they had drank
Blessing in catastrophe
Cast to brutality
Dead chickens lace your corpse
I'll add some salt to your still bleeding wounds
As gasoline is forced in threw your veins
Burning your once useful insides, out
Thick curdled blood covers my entire room
You fall onto your knees broken in two
Skin punctured with light bulb glass and blades
Degenerate vixen, intoxicated wastes of bodies
Stacked up high and lifeless
View unholy laceration
The minds of dead hold visions
Pale pink skies hold secrets
In this world of our disease
View unholy laceration
Silent not moving, just rotted and green
A beautiful corpse is never obscene
Defecation damnation, in a world full of pigs
No shard soft of blood sprays threw his lips
Bodies whipped to live
Bullets spray to die
Shots fire to an open crowd
Inhale more corpses with the air we have found
Bring out your dead
Now sullen with filth
Rise with the flesh
Born cancer instilled
Forced to believe all these centuries lies
Swallowed in pain as your fed to the skies
Even in death we shall rise from the grave
Bringing the helpless to suffer our plague
A servant to death we will conquer you all
May wraith be my partner in destroying your world
It makes me smile
To see your organs caress the frost filled air
I am vile
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| i've figured it out now, everyone i like and i try to get them to like
me, it all falls to peices and they don't like me, but people i don't
like and i try to just be friends, they end up loving me. fucking hell
i should just dissapear
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| i shall set your soul on fire
and the memory of you will fucking burn
the ashes of you will blacken my already clouded mind
i hate people who are fake
fuck you fuck your mom fuck your dog and go fucking burn in hell for all fucking eternity
ExecutionManifesto
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