...God does not like you... This is not the worst thing that can happen.
I am high energy, fun loving, confident, intelligent, adventurous, impulsive, loyal, open minded, drug free, loud fuck head. I am Chase. AIM: ThisISPBlowsHard
Mods:
Tattoos: Chaos symbol on each shoulder, "Loud Proud & Punk" stomach rocker "I'm Sorry" above my pelvis HIV street tag on left side(it's a band) Anti-Swastika in right arm pit "Entropy" across my chest Crosshairs on the back of my head Mushroom cloud on my right forearm Sumi-e style cherry tree branch on my left forearm "Live free & die well" on my knuckles
Piercings: Labret Both nipples Navel 3 frenum piercings Apadravya
RIP: 3 lonum piercings 2 diangle frenum piercings
I'm interested in suspension
Buddies
radmobile
xVern
Rachael
kadettexxx
hardkory
taylorjonesphoto
ShawnJones
Crazy Tat Lady
ButcherBaby
williowstar
latexninja
Ghost blurs
Mod-Tracker
Tattoo
Untitled
cookin bacon naked
Spatter: hurts
Body injuries
Stiches: A white supremicist punched me in the eye.
2008/11/17 21:28 I slept for like 8 hours twice since 11pm o'clock yesterday. It's crazy. I wonder if eating only gram crackers for the last two days has something to do with it.
2008/11/05 16:31 in the end, I don't think this will really fix anything.
photo update
2008/10/24 09:49
cold mornings
2008/10/10 17:13 When I drove home this morning I didn't let my car warm up, I just rolled down the windows and drove in the cold wind with my jacket on.
The smell of the crisp air made me think of two winters ago when I was logging with my dad. The evergreens where black in the twilight hours before sunrise just as they where then. Cold air from the seams of the truck doors mixed with the blasting heater on the dash, muffled by the wool GI liner gloves we set over them. A few minutes of warm hands before the 20 degree weather started to chill our fingers in what little times of rest we had.
The smell of evergreen cores, the rock of bumpy dirt roads, and the sight of the forest coming down around me. Cables, cords, chains, and chasing. That was my job. I was a chaser. it still makes me laugh. Chase, the chaser. Reminded me of comic book name.
I was constantly feeling stupid, useless akward and week. I liked it though.
Thats when I got my first message on IAM from Kiana.
The blood before drives down ink spills deep in torn threw evergreens.
Gasoline, oil, diesel.
Chain sawing rip corded tree core
Huffing crisp air over crushed snow.
Flames crackling leads to taking in brown loopholes. Work is work.
See what we’re getting into?
What a fucking sight.
2008/09/18 08:28 When I sit here and think about it, I realized living where I have the last few months has shown me one thing I truly love, waking up to music.
I have been stirred in and out of sleep by people playing threw amplifiers and beating away at drums directly beneath me in the basement. I've also been lulled from the strum of acoustic guitars in the living room just outside my door, which I keep open for my cat to come and go. The voice of my friends shamelessly belting along with Against Me regularly backends me from my dreams; often without the prompt of a CD. Just them shamelessly letting the song flow from them as everyone else picks up and shouts along.
I've never awoke to this upset nor has it ever kept me from rest. I might be lucky because I am a shamelessly heavy sleeper , as I always can just roll back over after peeking out from the edge of my pillow and smiling. In these moments I never curse the difficulties of trying to keep the house together in so many ways. Those are the moments of pure joy I will bring away from the house. I hope that I will be able to have these experiences when I leave, but if I don't I can always remember them there.
2008/09/07 14:15 Sounds like we're going to get evicted. I've found a place to move, but I don't know about Casey or Duncan. I'm going to be saving up to try to get into this 4 bed room I found for cheep. Apparently it's haunted. That will take a few months but I have a goal.
