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Generically Me

"Unpleasant, even dangerous, qualities can be found in every nation and every individual."
- Freidrich Nietzsche

Just an ordinary alcoholic, pill-popping, overly-violent gay Irish kid who loves life and singing until his throat bleeds.

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In Case You Want to Know

I'm Buster. I'm eighteen. I'm a boy. I'm Irish. I'm in a band with a bunch of my friends, and I think we rock. I love Guitar Hero, candy, and alcohol. I'm offensive and brash. I show my affection to my friends by poking fun at them. I've got a lot of pent up energy. I like anime. I like music with raging guitars and shit like that. Wanna know more? Ask me. Making friends is a hobby of mine.

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16 May 09
confidential: God Blessed Me With A Gay Son by showna on deviantART. “Pridefest, Milwaukee, WI. June 10th, 2006.The entrance to pride fest was filled with protesters yelling and screaming about how we were going to die for our sins, how god was against us. This one guy was asking people, “What is love?” And I walked up to him and I said, “Love is a deep understanding and respect between two people.”He had nothing to say.And off to the side… I see this woman standing by herself, holding a sign. I casually walk over, assuming that she is with this nasty group of protesters… and lo & behold, this is what I find. I smiled and looked down at the ground for a moment before asking her if I could take her photo. Tears came to my eyes as I walked away.”

confidential:

God Blessed Me With A Gay Son by showna on deviantART.

“Pridefest, Milwaukee, WI. June 10th, 2006.

The entrance to pride fest was filled with protesters yelling and screaming about how we were going to die for our sins, how god was against us. This one guy was asking people, “What is love?” And I walked up to him and I said, “Love is a deep understanding and respect between two people.”

He had nothing to say.

And off to the side… I see this woman standing by herself, holding a sign. I casually walk over, assuming that she is with this nasty group of protesters… and lo & behold, this is what I find. I smiled and looked down at the ground for a moment before asking her if I could take her photo. Tears came to my eyes as I walked away.”

Reblogged: confidential

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