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you can call me jay, or ryan i dont care. i'm 20 years old i live in los angeles. i'm gonna grow up to be a writer. i like comics, music, and tv and movies and chances are i obsess over way too many of them.

music; my chemical romance, green day, muse, AFI, anti-flag, papa roach, sum 41, fall out boy, panic! at the disco, the killers.

movies; guardians of the galaxy, the boondock saints 1/2, marvel's the avengers, star wars, the indiana jones quadrilogy, suicide kings

two parts jack with two bloodshot eyes

I'm a kitchen sink, you don't know what that means because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me, OK friend? Are you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. Then paint something then, it might be wordless. Pointless curses, nonsense verses, you'll see purpose start to surface. No one else is dealing with your demons meaning maybe defeating them. Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.
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