About
I am Kessar.
The brain of this pixilated body is pretty nutty at times...singing random songs while doing the dishes, believing in the pink elephants, scared of the pink bunnies, or just randomly saying some random quote with a straight face.
I'm still semi indecieve on what sexuality I am...I know I love v****a...but currently I'm dating a boy that is slowly capturing my heart.
My beliefs of the after life differ from everyones.
I love chatting philosophically and religiously (just don't try to sell your religion).
I'm very laid back.
Yes, I'm 21 and no I won't rape you in your sleep...unless you ask...
I've lived in many places and I will live in many more in due time. I'm in the Air Force right now.
If you get to know me more, then you'll see random burns n gashes n bruises appear sooner or later. I find it entertaining to see people's reactions.
I won't give all my secrets away, so I'll shut up right here. Have a lovely day if you decided to read all this bull s**t....
Obsessions:Computer
Gaia
The Dark Syndicate
Hell
Torture Devices
the After life
Girls
Cars
Good Food
Randomness
Chatting
Music
Three of the best speeches EVER:
We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an a*****e. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get ******** by dicks. But dicks also ******** assholes: assholes that just want to s**t on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can ******** an a*****e is a d**k, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they ******** too much or ******** when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a p***y to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of s**t that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from a** holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us ******** this a*****e, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in s**t! -Team America
"They always got food with them. We eat to live - these guys live to eat! Let me show you what I'm talking about!
The human mouth is called a 'piehole', the human being is called a 'couch potato'. ((the phone)) is a device to summon food. ((The door bell)) is one of the many voices of food. ((The door)) is the portal for the passing of food.
((The truck)) is one of the many food transportation vehicles. Humans bring the food, take the food, ship the food, they drive food, they wear the food! ((The microwave)) gets the food hot! ((The fridge)) keeps the food cold! ((The pinata)) I'm not sure what that is. Well, what do you know? FOOD! ((The table)) is the altar where they WORSHIP food! ((Seltzer)) is what they eat when they've eaten TOO MUCH food! ((The treadmill)) gets rid of the guilt so they can eat MORE FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOOOOD! -Over the Hedge
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. -V For Vendette
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