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Location: unknown    Member since: July 20th, 2003    Profile views: 5994

Real Name:Xavier Valentine
Email:private
Location:unknown
Occupation:A Very Important Man
Age:1008
Gender:Male
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Interests:
I like Final Fantasy VII(especially Sepheroth),ohter turn-based rpgs, anime, Dir En Grey, the Grim Reaper, pain, television, and the Dark Tower series (Stephen King.)

Biography:
“I'm not gonna lay down for some frat boy bastard with his damn Teva sandals and his Skoal Bandits and his Abercombie and Fitch long sleeved, open stitched, crew neck Henley smoking his sticky buds out of a soda can while watching his favorite downloaded Simpsons episodes every night! Yes, we all love "Mr. Plow"! ...Oh, you've got the song memorized, do you? SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE! That is exactly the kind of idiot you see at Taco Bell at one in the morning! The guy who just whiffed his way down the bar skank ladder!”
-Stewie Griffin

"The rusted chains of Prison Moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament’s begun.
The Purple Piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the Crimson King.

The Keeper of the City Keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the Pilgrim’s Door
With insufficient schemes.
The Black Queen chants the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the Fire Witch
To the court of the Crimson King.

The Gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a Prism Ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The Pattern Juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the Crimson King.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The Yellow Jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
He smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the Crimson King."

-King Crimson

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