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Name: Jason
Country: United States
State: Florida
Metro: Tampa Bay Area
Gender: Male


Interests: I like to build vehicles and rudimentary weapons out of wood, rocks, and various other organic materials. I haven't actually experienced any successful results at this point, but I have several projects still in transition. Alot of people aren't prepared for post-apocalyptic survival, and the obvious demand there will be for all-natural weaponry. I'm going to corner the market.
Expertise: I'm really good at tipping over compact cars. I've mastered over 400 submission holds, and I have an infinate tolerance for pain. I also hand model for the Avon lotions catalogue.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Nonprofit


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Member Since: 6/18/2005

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Friday, September 22, 2006

To tat, or not to tat; Is that a Question?

I used to do tattoos. I started at about age 25, because a friend of mine saw some of my art work, and he had a gun.(That's what they call the thing they use to make tattos.) Any tatto artist worth his salt will testify,if you do a descent job,they will come. In the sevin years that I did tattoos, I must've done well over 2000 tats. And that wasn't  working at it as job, that was all done after work and at weekend parties. Perhaps I would be remiss to say this, but from my experience a large percentile of the people willing and eager to be tattooed are partakers of the proverbial "PARTY!!!" Which, I'm sure some of you are aware, often times rusults in some gratuitous drug use, a large amount of alcohol imbibement, and some incedents of  memory lapse.
    That was "the life for me" for quite a few years, even before I began tattooing. Doing tattoos made partying alot cheaper, and sometimes alot less fun for me, considering I was working most of the time. Not to say that I wasn't stoned for most of the ones I did, but it's harder to drink a beer and socialize when you're doing a tattoo. At a big party, just -in-case having my kit with me, I've stayed busy until everybody had either gone home, or were too tired to party any more.
   So, here's the deal:  I'm trying to turn away from my past lifestyle.I've disassociated my behavior patterns for almost two years now, by the Grace of God. The Lord knows how I still struggle with desires for certain aspects of that way of  life, which is the reason I gave up doing tats. Being offered all of the substances of festivity free of charge, doesn't make it very easy for me to keep a sober mindset.  I have been given a talent, and I have failed to use it wisely for most of my life. I feel some how as though I need to do this thing the right way, and at the same time maybe the Lord will use me to care about people who you wouldn't see in a church. I don't know? What I do know is this;
           A. I have been doing hard labor most of my life, and there's a reason they call it hard.
           B. I just moved to my tatooist cousin's area, and he has more work then he can handle.
           C. A friend with a nice place has offered to let me do tats out of a room he will rent me for cheap.
     and D. He's also offered to buy me a kit and pay him back with artwork.
 Gee, what should I do?  The main thing I will do, is ask all of my friends to make mention of my situation in their conversations  with God, and maybe throw in a request  for me to exercise some uncharacteristic wisdom, and strength, in these circumstances. I really want to do the right thing.
                         Thanks for your prayers.(and those of you that don't pray, Ef you!)


Friday, September 09, 2005

  I am determined, now more than ever, to revolutionize the way the world plays baseball. First thing is to get rid of those wussified helmets they use, and get some with face protection.(for smashing into people) Next thing is to lose the bat. Only sissies need to hit with weapons. Use your hands and feet, like a real man! If we make the ball bigger, and fill it with air, they wouldn't need to wear those faggy gloves. And whats with this running  in circles aound bases crap? Gay! One way or the other dudes. Another thing, why are you"Out" if they catch the ball when you hit it? You should only be "Out" if they can keep you from knocking them down after they catch it! That't the real way to test your manhood. I,ve got a few details yet to work out, but I really think I'm onto something here.


Friday, August 26, 2005

Would it be considered "weak" if a man were afraid of failure in trying to achieve his goals? If he struggled with a strong mistrust of himself, mostly because his repetitive history of making wrong choices, does that make him "strange"? Can he be considered a "weirdo" if he wanted to give his insubstantial life of self-satisfaction up for something that offered him immeasurable potential?...Just asking. Not that I would be swayed one way or the other if someone had an opinion about my queries that I wasn't in agreement with. Would it be considered "Pig-headed" if a man asked questions never indending to recieve with an open mind any feedback that might be offered as a result? Ah, who cares what you think?


Wednesday, July 20, 2005

I don't have much time to complete this transmission. by the time you read this I may be under their control. Even as I peck out these words, I can feel their omnipresent, all knowing deitism breathing down my neck. My senses are repulsed at the pungancy of all that their existence represents. I want to hide myself, cowering in some desolate crawlspace, in some desperate attempt at sealing myself away to prevent my inevitable assimilation. But alas, I am beginning to come to the realization of the futility of my resistance. I know now that I have no choice but to embrace this yoke of destiny, and accept this burdon to which I am sentenced. Well, back to work.


Friday, July 15, 2005

With each new day I grow more powerful. My srength level is now ten times the norm for a man my size and weight. I can feel the very oxegen molecules around me conforming to my will. Truthfully, I'm a bit troubled by this. I never meant to be this magnificent. This awe-inspiring. The only thing that I fear is...will I ever be able to esteem myself as highly as my incredibly glorious stature deserves? All I can do is try.



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