| A fantasy of the old Barbary Coast as it never was, a place overrun with hustlers and sailors, bikers and leather men, teenage gangs and tattooed toughs. Contains non-consent. All views and opinions are those of the characters, not the author. |


The Last Of Caius Cassius III pass the remaining hours until dawn with Euripides, in the shadows of my library. Of all the rooms in my house, this one is the finest and best kept. Junia has no hand about it, and neither do any of the slaves save one, who I allow to come in and sweep daily. The rest of its upkeep, which is to say the cataloging and organization of my books, I tend to myself. This is important because the scrolls are ordered purely according to my own logic. Whenever I allow visitors into this chamber, which is rarely, they examine the labels and shake their heads, unable to fathom why I would keep Symposium next to Lysistrata. Mad Cassius, they think toThe Last Of Caius Cassius II
| 19 years old, filthy-minded, testosterone driven and aggressive. I am mostly attracted to other men but honestly have enjoyed the company of all. I have a fab u lous boyfriend who I love and look up to, psychotic parents, and a little bro who I am proud of and love to death. I have a fascination with anything dark and extremely fucked up. And no, that does not mean vampires and superficial gloom, I find human history and psychology much scarier than any horror film. I'm a wannabe film student. I spend a lot of time reading Nietzsche, abusing caffeine, doodling in class, and nearly getting killed in the mosh pit. I hang out at Bondage A Go Go and the 924 Gilman Club, where cute punk girls often say I look like Darby Crash. To conclude I am an atheist but not a nihilist, I love tattoos, piercings and eyeliner on boys, and I believe that life is fucking beautiful. |
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And this bird you can not change...
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Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
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My soul was removed to make room for all this sarcasm
I want to hurt you just to hear you scream my name.
I don't see why you need camouflage to shot a cake, it's not like it's going to come after you. - Geof of Ace of Cakes
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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it's here in the smallest bones,
the feet and the inner ear.
it's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen
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"If you hold your dreams too tightly, you'll crush their little ribs." ~We Are Scientists
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Who will love Aladdin Sane?
also, what's Nietzsche?
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"The Biking Avenger"- Standing up against people who won't respect the authority of a fast object that's heavier than you!
The supposed dominant religion in New Zealand is "Jedi"
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