Name: Danny From: Rialto, California Age: 20 Fiance: Aileen Job: Entrepenuer Addictions: Music, Movies, Gamecube, Xbox, GBA SP, TV, X-files, Family Guy, Battlefield 1942, Star Wars Galaxie's, World of Warcraft, Aileen. Weaknesses: I'm Invulnerable! Weapons: Xbox Controller Dislikes: My alarm clock, assholes, awkward silence. Music: Lost Prophets, Slipknot, Staind, Yellowcard, Puddle of Mudd, Hoobastank, AFI, The Used, Ill Nino, Deftones, Limp Bizkit, Rage Against the machine, Black eyed peas, Nine Inch Nail, System of a Down, Twelve Stones, Three Doors Down, Linkin Park, Incubus, Greenday, Nirvana, sum41, sublime, Weezer, 311, Alien Ant Farm, Crazytown, Eiffel 65, Gorillaz, Metallica, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Trapt. TV: Simpsons, Futurama, X-Files, Family Guy, MASH, Boston Republic, FNC, Junkyard Wars, Color of War, Lexx, Dune, Married With Children, That 70's Show, Dharma & Greg. Movies: Dune Remake, Childrend of Dune, Starwars Trilogy, StarWars Episode 1-2, Indiana Jones, Time Machine, Terminator 3, Bruce Almighty, Half Baked. Actress: Jim Carrey, hmm cant think of the rest at this moment. Food: Pizza, Chili, Mexican food. Drink: Dr Pepper, Orange Soda. Snack: Crackers, Potato Chips. Color: Black, Blue, Green Clothes: Interstate, Deka, Culture Jam, Phat Farm, Dickies, Ecko, And Solo.
Hola! I'm gimp. If your looking at my journal than you more than likely already know TOO much about me.
"Accuracy is for the weak. Fill the air with the mighty sound of a thousand bullets and trust in your enemy to eventually walk in to them"
Karl Marx "Religion is the opiate of the masses"
Heres a little insert from my Halo Fan Fiction-
"The nothingness of slipstream was suddenly replaced with colorful stars and a hazy debris field. A lifeless dismembered USNC A class battle cruiser drifted slowly still dispelling oxygen and its occupents into space. It didnt take the crew long to notice a starless patch of dark space that was gaining in mass and speed. "EVASIVE MANUEVERS!"...."
Here's one of my very first poems-
"Dazed and confused, I get up from a blow I've taken to the heart. A heart already deteriorated and detached. Barely beating, it pumps out feelings I can't express. To express these feelings would only mean more pain and distrust. Feelings that are unwanted and unjust. What do I do? I'm dazed and confused."