LIon MOuse

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I get over 50 hits a day. Mostly, all i hear is OMG! and HOLY CRAP.
Sometimes i hate hearing it......... anyways....
Boozhoo.... HOWAA!! I AM YOUR MEASELY WHITE FATHER. My name literally translated means cock-monkey shit-fucker. I am big chief of little white kids from duluth. I come from a long line of Shepards and Warriors. DO NOT BREAK THE CASE. I am your peace, awaiting you to find conclusion in the mastery of the outer realm of consciousness. Sub-par and lenders took more than meets the eye. Game delay. Wheeze, and be flooded with the holy spirit.




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I'm a sitting duck. I'm the curve-wrecker that USED to be hopeful for the envious as a change of heart; deniably the best.
My mom is a taurus, My dad a gemini, in the heavens, that is, i'm directly between.

I'm Orion.


"You been telling me you were a genius since you were seventeen In all the time I've known you I still don't know what you mean The weekend at the college didn't turn out like you planned The things that pass for knowledge I can't understand."


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My parents were high school sweethearts. Grandpas were air force and marines. I was born in Cloquet and went to hermantown. I walked down fuck-street and gave it a thumbs up. I've been fucked with so hard, i hardly know what to do with myself. "Is the individual despondent?" "I think he knows what he's doing." They're scared of my features and tend to dismiss my brilliance. Thanks for the acceptance speech. The world is 88% haters. How the fuck do i avoid them all? Take 'em down with you. This vindication is brought to you by...

The sword of God.

Compared to me, people are:
Loud, arrogant, heavy on their feet, heavy, brash, rude, dependent, pushy, greedy, jealous, ignorant, slow, repetitive, dull, obnoxious, vicious, lazy, tiresome, negative, false, liars, over-eager, nervous, unreliable, procastinators, spiteful, swearing, hateful, restless, non-ressolute, and not at peace with themselves, others, or animals. Drunk, baseless, swaying. Soft pudgy pudding stew. Abusive, wasteful, negligent, disgusting.

I tend towards the harmonious, tireless, completeness, profound, yet bashful.
I'm not going to brag about what small miracles I've performed. I'm not seeking fame from the fickle masses. I just want to surround myself with the good and beautiful people that best present themselves. Those who have cursed me, I have heard, and glad their willingness to separate has left them void. I'll only deal with the useful. Thank you for your being.


I feel electrically ferocious, but always mellow out to the mood of another being, it's just the time that lapses in between that is rather stunning. It's like I'm playing speed chess with human intervals. One who contacted me, HAS to be my favorite. Unless they're another speed slut selling something. If only I had a pussy, I'd keep myself occupied. Too shocking? I laugh at myself internally, but I'm really just scaring you off. Try not to say yikes 60,000 times. Blunder me this, riddler. How much more cynically blunt do I have to put it? Just stick it in someone's ear.

Correctivism fucked itself for comfort. Suicide prevention? I'm already mostly dead. Lack of motivation brought on by sedatives, counteracted with spendy energy drinks, all put into electronic benefits, just to hear another shit-head squeel what momma made them. What good is it? The proceedings stand for themselves, but first and foremost: I DESTROY THE DETRIMENT.

I hope you can understand my lack of respect for those who have claimed their authority over us. I have been shown none, though I met them open-heartedly. The world is evil, kiddies. Stick to your guns.


'He is like (Maus) unto that which he hath made'; therefore did the name of Ra become 'Maus'." - (The Book of the Dead) 240BC The Papyrus of Ani translated by E.A. Wallis Budge


I would let my kids write on the wall. You can always paint over it, but i probably wouldn't. Killing my own creative outlet... Somebody to reflect with............ I would set no boundaries to enforce, but violence, which must have come from the mother, as surely it was not I, but for or with, to reason. "SHE'S abusing me." "SHE'S abusing you." How can i stand up for my own children? "YOU'LL GO TO JAIL." i hate the police state. More mental murder to come. If you're not quiet when it's silent, I'll certainly hear you. AND I FIND IT REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING WHEN YOU'RE NOT IN TUNE.
I'm well-educated, but i like to fuck with it. I haven't proven all that useful, but to marketing.

Whose leg do i have to hump to get something done around here? I imagined peaceful birthing centers and adequate housing for my children. The state that's fucked with me, is now going to help me? Yeah.... sure thing, buddy.

OH, and i type like 85 WPM............ I uh... try not to outthink my hands.


I go to a tribal college and live in a city that's on the rez. I used to think romantical love for the native culture. I've danced and gone to pow wows. I stick out like a sore thumb. I'm trying to enculture myself, but still feel awkward. My first girlfriend was native. My sister's boyfriend is Canadian native. I just think like i'm going to get fucked over. Used, anyways. At least I met some friendlies. Gichi. I love ceremony. I have the highest respect. I'm not white trash. I'm not ghetto or spur. I'll eventually need someone to love me. Sometimes i think i love entirely the wrong persons or people. Something productively useful. I'll probably build my other sister a house. I'll be last in line to getting anything. I'd rather sit down than stand in line. I give tobacco to things and instances. I put everything to use. I smoke to things, usually doing. I'm not a lazy slob, but I've been sleeping alot. Give me something to get up for.

I'm constantly watching the ground. The earth folds and changes, marked by new tracks as I wander. It frosts and melts with each turn of direction. I see in the distance, each instance I rotate or gesture. I hear so much evil in the world. My children maintain respect. Yours, I might find disagreeable. My parents are teachers. If everyone was like me, The world might have been a perfect place. I hope you find someone like me, before your lusts creates behavior problems. Find yourself in my solitude. I will rake the wind in your direction.
I usually feel like eating with someone, but can't find anyone worth feeding. I think finding the right mate is someone equally as horny. Physically, moreso than mentally. No one really compares, so I'm out of luck. There's some mentally retarded people in my building i could go for. I think they're scared of dick.