✖✖✖ - ||Matt ☎

[[Shoe, baby! ♥~];;]

**_{picture credit to Emruki on deviantart.}

♥

I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I'm a good dog

[/b] they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the tv to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of [/b]observation.[/i]
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There'll be nobody home.[/b][/i][/center][/color]

▬ by any other name

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[/b] Hahaha. M.J. Strikes me.
Don't.. tell anyone else that. I'm pretty sure it was supposed to be a secret.
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▬ just as sweet[/b]

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Fuck! You weren't supposed to know my real name! Shit! Ugh..
Hm. Well, whatever. Call me Matt, ya shitface - or eat bullets. Don't like the options? Let me choose for ya.
And if you call me something 'cute' like "Matty" or "Mat-Bat" or "Matt-the-Fucking-Fat-Frat-Cat," I'll rip your heart out, baby.[/ul][/i]
▬ possesser of a[/b]

▬ years of service[/b]

[/b], I guess. Don't look a day over nineteen, though - but at least I'm legal, or something. [/i][/ul]
▬ when the moon is in the seventh house and jupiter aligns with mars.. [/b]

[/b] will steer the stars! This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius! Age of Aquarius~ Aquarius! Aquariuuu~s.
Harmony and understanding! Sympathy and trust abounding, no more falsehoods or derisions, golden dreams of visio---
Oh, um, right... sorry. Been watching too many fucking hippy movies.

Anyway, if you couldn't tell, I'm an Aquarius (like I fucking care about those signs, but still), born on February first, nineteen ninety-one. I died with Mello on that day either on the twenty-seventh or sixth of January. I never did turn twenty 'for real.' What a shame.[/i][/ul]
▬ take me down to the paradise city[/b]

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▬ ooooh i wish you could meet my girlfriend, my girlfriend who lives in...[/b]

[/b] much, and no, I don't have a stupid fucking accent. Or do I, eh?
My dad was supposedly Norwegian, but that's trusting my mo on that... and she had this faulty memory. One time she claimed he descended from the heavens to take her away....
Oh, fuck. Bugger off. Now.[/i][/ul]
▬ speak to me and breathe[/b]

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▬ you'll find me limited[/b]

[/b] sexuality for years. I suppose I started out homo, as ... gay (haha) as that sounds. But then I met someone, and my world stopped, disassembled, and remade itself... to revolve around that person. Is it much of a surprise that my complete sexuality is devoted to him, and him alone? If a person is him, reminds me of him, or simply looks like him, I go crazy. Gender's not a problem - I mean, my man kinda looks like a girl, anyway. So yeah, if you want a technical term, you can call me 'Mellosexual.'[/ul][/i]
▬ at your beck and call[/b]

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My World.[/u]
Mello - First of all, no, I don't know his fucking 'real' name. Second, who cares? A rose by any other name smells just as sweet (or, in this case: a Mello by any other name eats just as much chocolate). All I know is that I died for this guy, that he's my reason for living by this point, and yes, I would happily die for him again. I love him - and I would go through the liberty of doing the (totally gay) "no homo" thing if it was actually true. Mello is my purpose, my air, my leader, my master, my little voice in my head - my everything. I'd sell my soul to the devil for him and never look back, easy. I'd give up smoking, video games, alcohol and the internet all at once if he ever said the word. All he has to do is ask, and, unless I die, it will be done.

My Protectors.

Emma Poston - Mother - I didn't know my mother very well, as can be expected from an orphan. I do know that I loved her dearly, and that she died of some illness at the ripe age of twenty-four - when I was six years old. Yeah, yeah - throw around the term "stupid fucking teen mother" all you want; she loved me and cared for me the best that she could, and that was all that mattered.

Petunia Conroy - Grandmother - I can't really say much about Granny Petty, as I called her. She let my mom and me live in her house, and tried for us. She died shortly after my mom of a heart attack... which was weird, because she was only fifty-two, and exercised often....

Richard Jeevas - Father - I... don't know anything about my dad... really. Only that his name was Richard, he was thirty when he met my mum, and died.. mysteriously. I always liked to envision him as a hero - an astronaut, a fireman, a policeman, a fairy prince... anything. I wanted to look up to him. I wanted him to be part of my life somehow... in any way he could. I was tricking myself, and I knew it, 'cos Granny Petty always would call him a useless bastard who .... .... .... .... ....
Whatever.

The DeLays (Robert, Lucy, and Alex) - 'adoptive' father, mother, and brother, respectively - Oh, the DeLays. How I adored them - all of them. When I was six and released into the streets I went to them for comfort, and they... sort of took me in. It was when they were trying to officially adopt me that we... ran into trouble. However, that's not them. Robert and Lucy were the kindest people in the world, and Alex could play a mean game of tag, if I remember correctly.

My Friends.

Bobbi - The leader of the little gang I 'fell into' after getting kicked to the curb by Mello. He's a pretty chill guy, but don't press his 'anger button.' I don't think I've seen a man get so fucking bitchy, besides Mello. I think that's what attracted me to him, in retrospect. He wasn't gay, though, and that was okay.

Ace - My best online friend - we multiplayer together a ton. He used to live in the Wammy's House, which was pretty cool. We recounted on old times together - even if I never actually met him when we lived there. I was kinda an introvert, you know.

Socrates - The stray cat I picked up after Mello left me. He kind of turned into my best friend, which was pretty funny. He's dead now, I think, but he left one of his kittens with me. Tenebie doesn't replace him, not one bit, but....
He had this wicked scar on the right side of his face, and back when I got reunited with Mello I used to like to press their scars together, and yell, "WONDER SCAR POWERS ACTIVATE! MELLO, INTO A SCREAMING PMSING WOMAN! AND SOCRATES INTO A DEFENSELESS PUDDLE OF WATER!"
And then run away, laughing like a bastard as both Mello and Soccy chased after me, screaming and yowling with an intent to kill.
Good times.

Tiffany - Violent, edgy, pretty, and explosive. Also known as, my last girlfriend. I liked her a lot, and she reminded me of Mello, but I dumped her as soon as Mello called. There are just certain people in the world that I'd do anything for, and he's one of them. Not her, though. Haha~

Near - Even though Mello always hated the kid, I actually sort of liked him. And still do - smart little bitch. Cool guy, but I could never work with him over my Mello.

Linda - As much as I know that she's annoying, she had her cute moments, and liked to draw pictures of my favorite video game characters, so she was all right.

My Enemies[/b]

Roger - The fucking wackjob that tore me away from my family, my life, and my home-country. He also ran the institute like a Nazi, lied like it was his job, and was basically a bastard. I fucking hate this guy.

L - He runs and supports an institute that rips kids away from prospecting families, toys with their fucking minds, and keeps them in. He also has no regard for common morals, can't fucking sleep, likes playing hero, and works with criminals to... catch other criminals.
Fucking hypocrite. He can go die.. again.

Kira - Eh. Can't say much on him - sure, I don't like what he's doing, or what he's done, and I can never agree with his crazy ideas, but he's more of a loony than anything. And who wastes precious time trying to talk sense to a man destined to the loony-bin?

Those guys who fucking killed me - They gunned me down. Fuck, that what painful! But Mello sent me to 'em, so whatever. Still, they're fucking stupid. And ugh.

Anyone who's ever tried to beat or gank me in any game I've ever played - 'Nuff said.

And the rest

Misa Amane - A cutie that looks like Mello. I stalked her because Mello told me to, and I happily obliged. So adorable~ I hope I see her again.

Mogi - The ugly, bear-like guy thay kept a watch over Misa. Not very interesting.

Socrate's kitten, Tenebrae - My poor cat's kitten, who he left to me. I like him a lot already, but... he's just not Socrates.
I'll try to deal, though. Come here, Tenebie! Follow the feathery thing~

Takada - Some slut that Mello kidnapped. It was that plot that had me killed. Not much else to say on her.


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▬ wandering[/b]

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