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City: Shangri-La
State/Province: MO
Country: US
Age:
28
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5' 9"
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150 lbs.
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Shaved
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Blue
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Athletic
Ethnicity:
White
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aboutSingle_Malt
If you need me I'm at dublinkennedy@hotmail.com. I'm not on here much. If we made a connection the want to continue correspondence is much appreciated. I pass on three pertinacious ideas that perfect adherence may be impossible but I claim progress not perfection.
1. You do NOT have to fix anyone. Let them take care of their own crazy...it's a big relief this way
2. You only react to people and situations due to the power you give them.
3. Acceptance is VERY different than approval. This means that if you scald your crotch with coffee or the cuntface infront of you in the checkout at Whole Foods (AKA WHOLE PAYCHECK) pays for everything with an EBT card with 5 bastard screaming children in tow.......You have a blistered dick and some people find a GREAT way to scam the government for free food and the universe works itself out...don't fret it all to the point of going postal.
Love you all for the great company and many MANY great hearty laughs. One last thing. Don't live in the place in the side of our lives where nothing is ever put straight. If there is any original/personal wisdom that I can pass along it is in one phrase "IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU." Since the sixties we have tried to grasp the purpose of our lives by searching within ourselves. This began an age of narcissism. This inward, selfish search has lead us through polarizing political theory, self-absorbed internalized spiritualism, obscene decadence dealing in sex and drugs that brought it all to a status of civilized luxuries and absurd fixations on ornamentation to where one becomes an ornament themself. This "Age of Narcissism" is one we find ourselves still trapped in the spokes of in the such a modern age. Once seen as uncivilized etiquette is seen as acceptable and mutual behavior. When one distances themself from the current search of meaning or purpose it is evident we have not progressed in civics. We have regressed to a prime evil search for secular salvation. Change may come from within but meaning and purpose cannot simply be contained in a body or obsessions with tokens and trifles. Take the time to listen more than speak and we may begin to see what the meaning and purpose to what exists outside ouselves really is.
Signing off,
Jonathan David Kennedy
AKA
Max
Sometimes life IS truly a cold and broken hallelujah.
I was born inside of a dead cow. I am the bastard/love child of Steve Rubell and Leona Helmsley. I just got back from the Island of Misfit Toys and could use a crisp caipirinha. I am a devout butt stabber. I even enjoy a good railing from time to time. Yes, I confess, I even enjoy bumping uglies with a clam on a rare occasion. But what happens after the orgasm? I'm not referring to some flawed search for the ever elusive "one". Certainly there is more to us other than the fact that we like to nut with another MO. I'm all for a good bufu. I just wonder if there is something more than that and if androids dream of electric sheep and if anyone else wore their mother's heels and vacuumed the house in their underwear while blasting Queen.
I did something really bad and terrible to be exiled with the other lost toys over this past year. I found out that I am made of some tough stuff and grew a thick skin while I stirred around in OZ. There actually are slings and arrows of outrageous fortune too by the way. After all the bad deeds that I had executed in my life it was time for me to pay the piper. I believe I got a karmic clean slate when I walked out of those gates like a phoenix wearing equipped with scars.I had lacked the capacity to be unmitigatedly honest about myself and my flowering illness. We have these obnoxious idealisms riddled with double standards and loop holes. I say all of this because we continue to chase that transparent dangling carrot we call marriage. Forsaking all others is just that and it is a promise. Never is a bold promise and easily turns people into liars.
I've also found that people can tell you everything by saying nothing. Even when you're no looking for a reason or an excuse, but an explanation, silence is even as quick and painful as minced words delivered wihout digressions.
And about wanting to right all wrongs, mend broken ties, rebuild burnt bridges, it's all beautiful sentiment for the lovers, the dreamers, life's neophytes, and dilettantes. The wheel of fate comes round to touch you unawares as we dance our way towards our own personal executioners in the day-to-day tedium. I can only go on from here and try to find the beauty in scintillating, exquisite maladies while taking in life's delicious ambiguity.
MISCELLANEOUS PHRASES FROM
DRUNKEN CONVERSATIONS
AND COMPLEX BABBLE
TRANSMITTED:
If it's impossible to find
a
bidet I suggest a
handstand in the shower.
He's got a cunt like a
razor sleeve.
i AM the mosh pit.
Porn's for fat
kids.
Is a vegetarian permitted
to eat
animal crackers?
I had a piece of Carefree Sugarless gum and I was still worried. It never kicked in, I took it back to the store and said "Bullshit!"
You know they call corn-on-the-cob "corn-on-the-cob" right? But that's how it comes out of the ground, man. They should call that "corn." They should call every other version "corn-off-the-cob." It's not like if you cut off my arm you would call my arm "Kennedy." But then reattach it and call it "Kennedy-all-together."
You know, I'm sick of following my dreams, man. I'm just going to ask where they're going and hook up with 'em later
Alcoholism is a disease, but it's the only one you can get yelled at for having. "Damn it, Otto, you're an alcoholic." "Damn it, Otto, you have lupus." One of those two doesn't sound right
I wouldn't suck your dick if I were running out of air and there was oxygen in your balls.
I think animal crackers make people think that all animals taste the same. "What's a giraffe taste like?" "A hippopotamus!
Life isn't like a vending machine where you put good virtue in and get a reward.
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taurusaurus
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Comment left on: 1/10/09 4:09 PM
where oh where has my lil maxie gone?...
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popicn
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Comment left on: 12/31/08 5:45 AM
Happy New Years! Hope the new year brings you endless love, great health, and lots of money!
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robosexual
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Comment left on: 11/27/08 10:16 AM
how'd you know my nipples taste like sugar. was that you in my room last night? i said marco.. but, there was no polo. sigh.
happy turkey or tofurkey day. whichever makes you happier. that's the one i originally intended.
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popicn
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Comment left on: 11/19/08 3:55 PM
Sending you love, tuggs, and all the malt you can handle!
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Superben
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Comment left on: 11/15/08 2:05 AM
As adorable as that little ditty is, I'm wondering what compelled you to share it with me. :)
You're fun Mr. Maximillian.
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popicn
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Comment left on: 11/10/08 1:02 PM
Hope all is well in your weird world!
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GoblinKing
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Comment left on: 11/8/08 12:32 AM
well thank you very much!
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BulkingUp
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Comment left on: 11/3/08 11:18 PM
I guess I'll have to make a new banner for you...
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xBlackNickx
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Comment left on: 10/26/08 3:38 PM
I'm doing awesome. I'm getting ready to go on tour with some friends. I'm thinking about brining my ex skinhead boyfriend with me.i love your cherry red boots btw.
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xBlackNickx
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Comment left on: 10/25/08 6:09 PM
hey handsome.... how is everything ?
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