i am a freak on a leash, feels like something got a hold of me...
who am I? hummmm, im space cowboy, a loser, a freak, a geek, i am my own complete lack of accepting reality...
what i like is to rule the world, but i was born in the wrong century..
i am displaced, possesed, need to be exorcised and some exercise..
fat boy on a diet, dont try it , ill blast your (radio edit) like a looter at a riot...
why dont u email me and find out who i really am...

id shove u in the shallow water before u get to deep....
hmmm, i d take u to go see three men and a babe...oops...i mean three men and a baby..
no...
i was right the first time...
a night of hookers and blackjack, but we can skip the blackjack...
what would we do...
hmmm....sheep, midgets, orange jello, plastic wrap, silly putty, altoids, a bucket of chicken and for a buck well add a two litter with it...
cuz im so dead sexxy...
i guess the skies the limit...
but heres what we wont do...
talk about baggage, emotional scars, your depression medication and my prison record..
well save that stuff for the second date...