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Talking About Myself
Let's start this bizarre adventure of Satanism, Asian women and pop culture together. I am Anundr, I am a young man with a lust for adventure and good times, especially when it involves my best friends like Jekyll or Hein. I've known each of them for a number of years, particularly Hein. He's possibly the only person who knows me better than anybody else. We both play SFIV together (which we're both terrible at), and BF3 (which is possibly the only game I am mildly decent at.) Jekyll is possibly the second closest friend I have. I'll always be there for her no matter what. Though we have yet to play a game together, I am almost certain that she can beat my a** into Oblivion.
There are a number of other great friends that I absolutely adore and enjoy to speak to. Xelles Is an astounding friend, she was there for me during a tough time and for that she has my trust and adoration. Ceraunius is another astounding friend. Me and him speak quite frequently, talking about life and good music. He's also a fan of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (which I got him into) and we both fangirl over it whenever it comes up in a subject. Last but not least is Crimson Rozu, another amazing young woman, who is not only quite pretty but also very caring. I've not known her as long as the rest, but she earned my adoration and trust with her go-to personality, and kindness.
Anyhow, enough about the greatest people I know.
I'm not very smart, nor strong. I'm just an average guy with average goals. I play guitar and bass, and write lyrics in my free-time.
I have an interest in countless mythologies and philosophies, and politics.
Well, this is all I have to tell for now. Taake care, folks.
I found some of my shitty poetry-that-can-also-be-lyrics-somehow.
I will wait here
Until I am given what I deserve.
Too long is enough
All I want is a release.
Take me into the blue skies of my yesteryear.
Back then the grass grew up
Between my body and into my veins.
In the sky I saw myself reflected into the clouds.
Now it all rains back upon me
Soaking into my pores and making me feel guilty
Of the things I should not have done
And the places I should have not gone.
It kills me to look into the eyes