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Name: Geech
Country: United States
State: New York
Birthday: 11/11/1918
Gender: Male
Interests: Die Waffen SS und der Afrika Korps.
Expertise: Dominican Survival.
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Engineering
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Member Since:
9/21/2003
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| So it's been a while, ITB has since passed as well as LAV and most of
my first semester of college. Lately I've been trying to find
validation in stupid things and keep failing get it, first I want to
apologize to everyone whos has been on the receiving end of my
emotional blunderbuss when this happens. I know, though I hate the fact
that its true, that it is not always possible for them to be there on
the split whenever I need them, Iknow that they aren't freaks that dont
sleep, I know that they have their own trials to deal with and that we
are al dealing with the same shit on different level. A lot of my time
to think lately has been in my car whilst blasting by alone, my breath
hitching when I see the tach needle fall, my annoyance flaring every
time I get stuck behind some moron forcing me to go 35 all the way to
field's, realizing that I have 20 minutes to get gas or risk having to
finish the trip on foot, during these times I have found that it is not
necessary to have the cheer squad with you, that just knowing that if
they could they would be there is enough to let the complete loss of
control be halted one more day. For the last couple of weeks I've been
afraid to go to sleep because I know hat when I do embrace Morpheus a
scant couple of hours will pass and I will ake up to another day of
blah. I am terrified of the day my uncle, the Doc a man who I love more
than I can really put into words, comes back after sepnding a year in
Afghanistan. As much as I butt heads with my dad I am aprehensive of
when he goes back to Higuey. I don't know. I have been able to get some
good knowledge pumped into my head these last months which lets me know
it's not been a complete waste, which is good, small victories add up
to make this hectic period seem finite. I don't even let the ink flow
anymore.
I'll continue this tomorow.
Consider this: You can kill the rooster but he'll never die. Is the rooster some type of fucking Nekromancer?
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| - Power Of Moonlight
The glass is alway half empty or less, life is bothersome but what are
you gonna do. There is too much allegory and metaphor in everything.
People are just there to use you for the next five minutes and then let
the next horde have your sanity, humans fucked up the planet. People
are just shit you get in trouble for killing. I am a stereotilpically
morose and depressed youth. I lost an old friend and a cousin in the
last two weeks, my uncle had another stroke and another cousin wrecked
his car and came out with a broken pelvis. I am an Infantry man. I
don't take medication, I'm oversexed at times. Lizards bother me. I
fucking hate cauliflower. Not enough music in the world. I can't hold a
note or sing on pitch. The world has been ruined by politics. Make a
smart ass liberal remark, to the convos: make fun of me for being to
green. I defend your first amendment, you supress my second. FUCK YOU,
you fucking self-important hippie. Read The Joy Of Cooking. FUCK YOU
again. Dry your eyes mate, in half an hour you'll buy something new and
the hurt will eveaporate. You speak of revolution yet live in a suburb.
Hyporcrite. You fucking suck. Am I angry? yes I am, fuck you and your
colleges, fuck your weekend retreats, fuck your almighty creator, fuck
your pick-up and your country, fuck your life. Sometimes you must live
for the the big I. Fuck Ideals, be a goddamn realist, your ideals
though hopeful and in beleif of the good of the human race are childish
and fucking imature, just as my use of profanity is. I will eat beef
and anything else I please, I'm not bound by some higher "moral"
calling to say no to meat and animal products, you deny our programing
and instics. In short fuck you my dear friend, I'm tired of your
bullshit and you holier (sp) than thou bullshit. Remember that
Kennedy's car has killed more people than my gun. Say what you will. I
will smile then spit in your face. | | |
| Boot Camp kind of sucked.
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|  | You scored as Marines.
Semper Fi. You are a true Marine. You are the nation's most devastating
fighting force, barring Special Forces. But your place was not easy to
get. You endured the harshest basic training of any Armed Force to get
where you are, and your reward is the respect and admiration of
everyone else (except maybe the Air Force, who may view you as just a
dumb grunt. Perhaps it's true, but you just want to fight).
Marines | | 89% | Air Force | | 86% | Navy | | 64% | Army | | 57% | Coast Guard | | 25% |
Which branch of the Military are you?
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Funny shit methinks!
 | You scored as Ecstacy. Love, sex, parties, and DANCING! Just be wary of your mood coming down! www.dancesafe.org
Ecstacy | | 75% | Marijuana | | 75% | Cocaine | | 69% | Mushrooms | | 63% | Inhalents | | 56% | None! | | 56% | Alcohol | | 50% |
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| - HelenaSummer, one last chance to piss time away in our youth. With fall at
our stoop people that I've become attached to will leave many never to
cross my path again. But by now I should be used to it, what are the
chances that I will interact with anybody from B-Town other that my
tight mates. Same story with Florida. This post however is not for
lamenting the loss of what could have been but to celebrate the fact
that my friends are going off to college, that they have new
relationships, that whatever, just to have fun, while I will always
miss kalten Winternacht by the canal with my mates we all go forward.
In September some of us pick up books and some of rifles in the end its
us working for our ideals and our futures, so I guess what I'm try to
say, quite belateed I know, Congrars to the Class of 2005, Brockport,
Plantation, Watertown, Arlingtion and everywhere in between have fun my
frineds and succeed at whatever you choose.
Geech's Dilema: I don't have one, which I guess would be one.
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