 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Children: |
Undecided |
| Education: |
In College |
| Religion: |
Pagan |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
N/A |
| Body Type: |
More to love! |
| Height: |
6' 1" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
N/A |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Domination, Bondage, Toys, Multiple People, A Public Place |
| Sex is Best: |
Casual, Kinky, In a Relationship |
| Cybersex: |
N/A |
| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Kinky |
My Web Gifts
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CyberBlitzx's Scoop
About me:
Well i guess its time to redo my profile... Out with the old in with the new...
Hmm i dont know how to describe myself... I'm a strange person to be around my personality is addictive.... I'm a very caring guy... But I'm extremely horny... and very tired of being a virgin. I'm on here looking for new friends and maybe have some fun with people ;)
I got my Myspace Layouts
from 123mycodes.com
Who I'd like to meet:
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More About CyberBlitzx
My Other Profile/Website Links:
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Interests:
Passion It lies in all of us Sleeping
waiting And though unwanted...unbidden..it
will stir us Passion rules us all And we
obey What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments
The joy of love the clarity of hatred and
the ecstasy of grief
Its hurts sometimes more than we can bear
If we could live without passion maybe we'd
know some kind of peace But we would be
hollow Empty rooms shutterd and
dank Without passion we'd be truly dead
My Favorite Websites:
N/A
Music:
Rock,emo,punk,alternative,j-pop,techno,metal
Movies:
Horror if it can scare me i LOVE it also comedy and chick flicks
Books:
The Hacker Manifesto
by
+++The Mentor+++
Written January 8, 1986
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a hacker, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for,
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
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