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Sex: male
Age: 21
Location: Carlise/Mechanicsbrug, Pennsylvania, United States
Orientation: Bisexual
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Member since: February 05, 2007
Last logged in: December 28, 2008, 03:23pm
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Damn it appears my code got messed up =( was fine last time i was on :(

---Hello all,---

/My name is Nathan Musser./
/But i am called Nato by all of my friends./
/I have Black hair, Brown Eyes/
/And my favorite colors are black, red and white./
/I'm Multi-Lingual, (I speak some Spainish, German, and Japanese)/
/(though i am still learning)/
/I'm Bi-sexual, and single./
/I'm sorry my pics are so bad, i used to have a shitty webcam and I'm thinking of buying a new one soon./
/Peace, Love, and Dope that's my motto,
i wish more people felt the same way/

Likes:

~Movies~
Rocky Horror Picture Show, Nightmare Before Cristmas, The Crow, Closer, I love a good film

~Alcohol~
I Love Vodka, Smirnoff Ice, Jack Daniel's, Strawberry Martini's, Strawberry Daquries, ect. (booze in general)

~In General~
Girls, Guys, anime, reading, writeing, Canada, Japan, (Pretty much anywheres better than here) movies (especially horror, but truthfully, i'll see anything), My sweet Guitars, (now two electrics, and one acoustic)Singing, (I'd like to be vocals for a band, i've got a $500 sennheizer mic yay) My Hair. Edgar Allen Poe, Marilyn Manson, Cigars, illeagle substances, Marlboro Menthals, Newports, handrolleds

Dislikes:

Preps, Assholes, Some Christians (only because they are very anti-Marilyn Manson / me) The United States (The U.S. is way to conservative, they say sex is smut and Weed is bad, well i say sex is art and weed is great), the government, George Bush, Pussy (that's her exact VF username, and she's a total bitch, she banned me from the sex cult a while back, but i got back in)
my family, lotsa random shit talk to me to find out...

Favorite Music:

Marilyn Manson, Nirvana, Shinedown, Slipknot, Nine Inch Nails, Orgy, Korn, Mudvayne, Killers, Chevelle, System Of A Down, Crossfade, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Queens of the stoneage, Papa Roach, Ozzy Osbourne, Mushroomhead, Silvertide, Seether, Alice In Chains, Foo Fighters, Dark New Day, Rob Zombie, Elvis (some), Rammstein, Fly Leaf, Three Days Grace, Dope, Tool,stone temple pilots and many many more heavy metal and rock bands, but really I'll listen to just about anything.

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My Quizzes

Take the quiz:
what kind of drug are you? (includes pictures)

weed.
you are weed.you are laid back, ralaxed and outgoing.

Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!

You scored as Lust.

Lust

75%

Pride

44%

Envy

44%

Wrath

38%

Sloth

38%

Gluttony

19%

Greed

13%

Seven deadly sins
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Stoner Bear

Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.<
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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Goth

What Kind of Goth Are You?
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EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME

*APPEARENCE*
Age	17
Height	5'6"
Weight	approx. 156
Hair Color	Black, currently with some red highlights
Eye Color	Brown
*FAVORITES*
Alcoholic Beverages	Vodka, Jack, Razzamatazz, the list goes on...
Non-Alcoholic Beverages	Mountain Dew, Any energy drink
Brand Of Cigs	Salems, in future might be Newports
Strain Of Weed	Chocolate Thai, or Purple Haze
Color	Black
Store	Hot Topic, and Suncoast (for the anime)
Phrase	Sex Drugs Rock n' Roll, Weed Speed Birthcontrol, Life's a bitch and then you die, Fuck the world and lets get high.
Bands	Marilyn Manson, Nirvana, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, ect.
Countries	Japan, and Canada
Foriegn Food	Sushi
*QUESTIONS*
Name?	Nathan Lynn Musser Jr (aka Nato)
Birthday?	3/17/1988
Birthplace?	Carlise, Pennsylvania
Current Location?	Camp Hill, Pennsylvania
Fears/Phobias?	Too many to list...
Weaknesses?	I fall in love with those who won't love me back
Strengths?	Smart, Funny, Caring, ect.
Do You Smoke?	Yes
Do You Drink?	Yes
Do You Do Drugs?	Yes
What's Your Sign?	Pisces
Are You Self Consious?	Yes
Do You Want To Go To College?	not really
Have You Been In Love?	Yes
Do You Get Motion Sickness?	not really
Do You Get Along With Parents?	nope
Preferred Weather?	rain
Are You A Health Freak?	nope, (i know what's in my food, but i eat it anyway)
Do You Play An Instrument?	Yes (guitar, vocals ((my voice box)) ) lol
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?	Lead Vocals in a band
What Country Would You Most Like To Visit?	Netherlands, more specifically Amsterdam
Where Would You Most Like To Live?	Japan
How Many Languages Do You Speak?	3+ (plan to learn more soon, i know someone who speaks 11)
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

~ Marilyn Manson - Tainted Love

Music Video Codes
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The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
First Published in 1845

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;--- Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before, "Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore. " 'Tis the wind, and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore." Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,--- Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never---nevermore." But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!" "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-- On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore: Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil! By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore-- Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore--- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore? Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted---nevermore!

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