a.k.a. "Fred Kerdraon-Coïa"
37 year old sagittarius male
From Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Is feeling like a drama magnet...
|Last On:||Sun Jul 8, 2018 @ 1:55pm|
|Music:||Acid Jazz, Blues, Classic Rock-n-Roll, Classical, Dance / Electronica, Drum & Bass, Electro, Hard Rock & Metal, Hardcore, Hip Hop, House, Industrial, Instrumental, Jazz, Psytrance / Goa, Punk, Rap, Reggae, Rock-n-Roll, Soundtracks, Techno, Trance|
|like a drama magnet||Sun Jun 28, 2009 @ 2:36pm|
|your norks||Tue Dec 16, 2008 @ 2:26am|
|older||Sat Nov 29, 2008 @ 11:58pm|
|like shit||Mon Nov 10, 2008 @ 11:02am|
|over 9000||Sun Sep 21, 2008 @ 7:14pm|
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"A mean drum break will make everybody in its presence feel that they are slightly sexier than they were before the beat stepped into the room. A mean drum break will make even white people bite their bottom lips and bob their heads up and down like abandoned monkeys. A mean drum break will make you forget you haven't paid your rent. A mean drum break will make girls like you. "
My libido is like a crazed caged animal, constantly growling, snarling and tearing at the bars of it's prison, occasionally kept at bay with tossed-in bits of pornography and the occasional chance glimpse. Only the mental fortitude of the second brain upstairs keeps it in check, and i am no longer sure such a thing will be possible. The beast demands to be fed....
once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404.
You know writing these things isn't as easy as you think..
First of all you have your general mental blocks.
Then you have to decide if you really want to divulge that certain information you do come up with in the middle of the night during a steaming wet dream involving your mom and some dwarfs in neon G-strings tying you up and smearing Crisco all over your member while you scream and shout in total frustration as they dangle you over a vat of hot cat vomit and fermented mulch which is giving the high of your life and you are seeing visions of screaming luscious miniature horny toads croaking and leaping and you feel your scrotum tense up and your head is getting larger expanding with a throb here and there and everywhere and your mom laughs and pretty soon it starts raining cheesecake, puffballs, and gumdrops and all the dwarfs turn into giants and start yelling 'he hi ho hum where is my toilet gum?' and you know where it is, it's in your pocket right by your pant-a-brator 2000 but you are saving it and hope they don't find it but pretty soon you realize it just is not Thursday anymore...