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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    :: Monday, December 01, 2003 ::

    Just because I think it's a work of staggering genius...and if I have to type one more thing about Machiavelli I'm going to scream...my newly updated AOL profile. You will either think it's insane (Which is hardly the truth) or genius (Which is completely right). Liz called it insane, Jesse called it genius/insane.

    I think it's a work of art.

    Here ya go:

    Name: It's a long story that begins at my birth. I was born in a brothel of half-cow half-antelope half-human birds...
    Location: And they wanted me to lead them from injustice and crime...I could only oblige their wishes (But, secretly, I just wanted to hang out with the freaks) and I anounced my presence with a very cool speech that said: "I! Am! A!
    Gender: Male
    Marital Status: !" The crowd erupted...
    Hobbies & Interests: They had a leader to deliver them. Ever since then, I have led these half-thing half-whatevers half-human creatures to conquer the free world as we know it. They love me for it and I hate them for it. Is it too much to ask for some sanity? Please?
    Favorite Gadgets: "But who wants sanity when you can be a vicious dictator," I thought. Using this philosophy, I decided I would emulate...
    Occupation: The worst dictator known to man...that's right, the worst! Who was this dictator, you ask? Well...he was so bad he had no name.
    Personal Quote: But just know that I emulated him and became the best dictator ever...even if it meant killing off the half/half/half things...but they still love me, and I still love them. That's all that matters. And after I finished my purpose, I turned 17.

    :: Nick Monday, December 01, 2003 [+] ::
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