Drifter
My blogs
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Occupation | doing nothing |
| Introduction | Out of the night that covers me, black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. |
| Interests | having fun |
| Favorite Movies | aint no space big enough to hold the list. |
| Favorite Music | - ditto - |
| Favorite Books | no taste |
Lionesses have no manes. How do they know when they've grown up?
Go ask her the same question. If you end up dead or minus a limb, she's grown up.