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(I'm not grateful for anything I have in my life. How's it feel to hear that? How you gonna' deal with it? I wanna' know. Oh my god I'm gonna' die over BRIGGSCOREY, hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life. All these men go after Japanese girls, I go after Japanese men.)
You wanna' see real courage and real talent to face those directing camera's? Accept my request. This is gonna' get huge.
YouTube Video Writing Idea:
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(No it's not an actual video, just an idea up my sleeve. So don't go searching for it on YouTube, people are so stupid, alot of their reactions to the writings I show them.)
I sit down and read some stupid magazine in the airport.
Two men are walking nearby with briefcases and wheels on them.
One glimpses over at me, he has his eyes on me for a second, then he puts his hand on his mouth.
The other guy looks at him.
He points at me.
"That's the guy who has like 4,000 friends on his list on Gay.com."
I look over at some dude pointing at me, stare at him for a second, then look back at my paper, smiling.
He walks up to me.
"Dude, I'm your biggest fucking fan right now and you're so gorgeous."
I shake his hand, staring at him.
"Thank you, I appreciate it."
"You wanna' come to our house? Oh my god, what kind of a celebrity just sits at an airport like this and exposes himself to the public? I ain't ever seen any of them do that before."
"Hahaha, yeah sure, I'll come to your house."
"OH MY GOD A CELEBRITY IS COMING TO OUR HOUSE, THIS IS SO FUCKING WEIRD! I'M GONNA' DIE!"
"Yeah, exactly, do you understand what I'm trying to do now?"
"YEAH, WE SO DO, AND THAT IS SUCH TALENT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RECOGNIZED THAT WAS HAPPENING! THAT'S DEEP OR SOMETHING!"
"OH MY GOD, WE'VE GOTTA' TAKE HIM TO OUR FAVORITE CLUB!"
"Sure, that sounds fun."
They jump around.
"WE'RE GOING!! COME ON, OUR CARS THIS WAY!"
We walk off.
I get in the back seat.
They drive off.
"What's the club called again?"
I am that one great guy everyone's looking for. Yes, true love does exist, it's me. Sorry I don't look like some masculane guy with his shirt off and beach necklace on and beach shorts, I actually want to look like the gothic version of the beach dude, long black shorts with silver spikes on them, button-up shirt on, necklace with a pentagram on it, heavy eye-liner, red eyes, short black spiked up hair, yep, I've got all those appearance details down from head to toe, babe. After I'm done I will look barely anything like how I look now.
I'm single and probably one of the most insightful guys around as far as noticing exactly what's around me goes and not only that but I've got courage that kills, I'll sit there and stare at you all day, I'm not afraid of shit.
As you can see, I have just over 3,800 friends, I have every intention of getting my name out there and loving on someone like he's never felt before, I'm the best, Too many people are suffering from depression due to loneliness for me to not do so.
I wake up out of nowhere, move my body making noises, in the darkness of his bedroom.
I hear piano playing in the other room.
I move my head some more and then get up and walk into the other room, I stand near the wall and stare at him.
He's balling his eyes out.
I stare for a second and then I walk toward him.
I come behind him and rub his shoulders.
He stops playing.
"Our sex felt really good last night."
I'm kissing on his neck and I whisper.
"Glad to hear it, baby."
No, if you're reading my profile, I do not live in Atlanta, Georgia, but you have to be a premium member to change your location, I live in Prescott, Arizona.
Ivan knocks on the front door of my aunts house.
My mom gets up, "Who the hell is it now?"
She opens it and a man about my height in strange black clothing is standing there.
He looks at her.
"Hi, is Aaron here?"
"Yeah, who might you be?"
He smiles and lifts out his hand.
"Ivan. Nice to meet you."
They shake hands.
"Nice to meet you too, um, I can go and get him for you if you like."
"That'd be great, yeah."
She walks into this room and looks at me.
"Hey, Aaron, there's some guy named Ivan at the door for you."
I look at her confused, "What?"
I stand up and walk off towards to door.
He see's me come up to it.
He speaks in a cracky voice, "Hi baby?"
I stare at him confused and my voice is kind of shaken.
He raises his eyebrows.
"Ready to go?"
I nod my head.
"Yeah. sure baby."
I walk towards him, stare at him closely, he stares at me, then I walk past him.
He looks at my mom.
"Any idea when you'll be returning?"
He nods his head.
"In a few days, more or less."
"Alright, well, you two go and have alot of fun."
He walks away, she shuts the house door.
We hop in his truck.
I stare at him, he stares at me.
"Love you too Ivan."
He turns on his truck and drives off.
"Hold on a minute, babe, we gotta' drop by the store."
I nod my head.
He looks at me, smiles, and looks back at the road.
We park in front of the store, he turns the truck off.
"Hold on, I'll be back in a minute baby."
He shuts the door and walks away.
I lean forward and stare at him as he walks off.
I wait for a total of 5 minutes, sitting inside this truck, looking around, can't wait to get to his place.
He gets inside and shuts the door.
He turns on the truck and I stare over at him.
We drive off again.
"Okay, so not that it's in our interest or anything but let's try practicing a regular conversation, or maybe that's not a good idea right now. You may not exactly be ready for that."
"Yeah, I'm not. I guess I'm just too-"
"too focused on me, or something about me? Yeah."
I nod my head.
"Alright, and we are here at this room of mine that I'm staying in."
We get out and go towards the door.
I stare at him, he attempts to put the key in but freezes and stares at me instead for a second.
I smile a bit.
He smiles back at me and continues putting the key in, door is opened. He opens it and I walk in there with him.
He sits on the bed, staring in front of him blindly.
"Guess it was just a little too difficult for everyone to be a little more like me and actually consider your feelings."
I roll my eyes.
"They may not have any idea. They don't know to which extent I'm lost in you and what kind of memories we have together."
"Babe, it's time for bed."
I nod my head.
"Sure. Sounds good."
He turns on the lamp and we get into bed.
He's taking off his shoes and dropping them on the floor. He stands up.
I stare at him.
He stares at me again.
I walk up to him and put my hands on his neck.
He speaks low and cracky.
"Wow... to feel your touch is really weird."
I suddenly hug him and he puts his hands on my hips.
I walk over and lock the door and then walk back towards him.
"Just like the lover I was meant to be with, locking the door for us." I nod my head.
"I'm so happy right now."
"Me too. You're enough for me."
I unzip his jacket and pull it off slowly. He shrugs his shoulders to help out.
I put my hand on his shoulder.
The jacket drops on the ground.
"You're not like some typical soap opera thing... you really know what you're doing, I mean god."
"It's gods love."
He moves his head a bit.
"Yeah, it's something."
I plant my face on his cheek.
"Time for bed Ivan."
He nods his head.
Second Random Writing:
"We can't ever be lovers because him and I don't have the same opinions on life."
"HAHAHAHA! WHAT THE HELL KIND OF A MORON ARE YOU, DUDE!?"
"YOU'RE AVOIDING HIS FUCKING HOUSE, YOU TOLD HIM YOU WEREN'T INTERESTED IN PLAYING VIDEO GAMES BECAUSE YOU HAVE SHIT TO DO! YOU'RE THE ONE HURTING HIM!!!"
I pound my hand on the keyboard, suddenly you look at my friendslist and it says 5,000.
You start hearing all these remarks.
"Dude, holy shit, he's famous."
"Oh my god, that guy is famous, and he's hot. I mean real hot. Burning hot. Did you see his weird what I wanna' look like description?"
"Yeah, I saw it. Amazing."
I read down the list of remarks.
"OMG HE'S READING THEM, LOOK AT THE WAY HIS EYES ARE MOVING!"
I read the remark about omg I'm reading them and laugh.
"Yes I am reading all these things."
"ARE YOU AFRAID OF FAME!????"
I read that.
"No, I'm not afraid of fame."
"DUDE, WHY DO YOU WANNA' BE FAMOUS!? WHY DOES EVERYBODY ALWAYS WANNA' BE FAMOUS!? EVERYBODY WANTS ALL THESE THINGS!"
I read that remark about everybody wanting to be famous.
"Hey, look, there's more to what I'm trying to do than that, okay? I'm not trying to do whatever it is you think I'm trying to do. I don't wanna' be some big hollywood show, I mean I do but I wanna' bring the gothic out of it. I'm this weird morbid person."
"Hahaha, you wanna' bring the gothic out of it? What does that mean?"
"Aaron feels like whatever he's trying to do with the attention is gonna' be a little different than what most people do."