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Untitled_Jack felt around in his pocket as he walked, sizing each coin up with his hands. Maybe this is enough… he thought to himself and ducked into a local convenient store. He looked around on the shelves, searching somewhat frantically for something he could afford. He pulled the coins out, added them up quickly... Nope. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his worn leather wallet. Jack was surprised not to see a fly escape when he opened it. He smirked at the thought, and simultaneously sighed. He returned his wallet to his jeans with one hand and ran the other through his hair. With that, he stepped out of the store and into the raiUntitled_
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- Current Residence: in the fire
- Interests: reading, music, rain, movies, art, death, angst, philosophy, psychology, theology, neurology.
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta, Fight Club, Donnie Darko, Boondock Saints, Matrix, The Prestige
- Favourite band or musician: Currently it's the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
- Favourite genre of music: heavy metal, all types of rock, classical, instrumental. I'm flexible.
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali, M. C. Escher, Davenit, Paul Klee, Kandinsky.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe, T.S. Eliot, Robert Browning, Chuck Palahniuk, Anne Rice.
- MP3 player of choice: Mine.
- Skin of choice: Green! I dunno.
- Favourite game: Russian Roulette
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria, the Futurama crew
- Email: pyropsycho930@gmail.com
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Son cœur est un luth suspendu;
Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.
—DE BÉRANGER
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We have one chance,
One chance to get everything right.
My friends, my habits, my family,
They mean so much to me.
I just don't think that it's right.
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Son cœur est un luth suspendu;
Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.
—DE BÉRANGER
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Son cœur est un luth suspendu;
Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.
—DE BÉRANGER
I love your user name.
Fire=Love
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OMG MY SIGNATURE IS SO COOL
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