That's who the fuck you are. I'd been going apeshit trying to figure out who the hell you were, and where the fuck he went. :1orglaugh
Mine is actually supposed to be WainKerr99 but I didn't want to push it. (Me, not pushing it - that's a first).
Its a whole lot better than CMABzk92u, which it was before.
One day on a distant hill above the legendary city of Katmandu, I was stumbling on the tiny little path that leads to the topmost peak of the Oracle Priesthood, the group who guide into wisdom those who make the journey alone with a pure and untainted heart.
I was suddenly pushed out of the way by a couple of local townspeople hurrying by, carrying an enormous wickerbasket full of local fruits and vegetables from the fields down below.
They shouted something that sounded like "Wankker." Anyway, I continued until I collapsed exhausted at the feet of the Great One at the top of the stairs leading up to the Temple. After kneeling quietly before him for a week, he finally spoke.
He said one word, "Wanker."
I looked up surprised, but could see by his expression he had nothing to add.
So, I stumbled my weary way down back to the fabled city.
Again I was bumped aside by the two busy citizens who shouted "Wankker" at me as they trotted by.
That night, I had troubled dreams. They were of great dragons and mystical Griffons that flew around a castle. On the top of the turrets it seemed were engraved in gold lettering the words Wanker. Weird.
Well, on the way home, I spotted a flock of geese flying in a perfect W formation.
I began to believe someone was trying to tell me something.
No, it wasn't to shut up and stop writing this drivel.
The name of the assistant at the airport was Wayne or Waine. The porter at the hotel had the name Wayne. I kept seeing Kerr Smith popping up on TV. I was booked into room 99.
Plus, I am genuinely sort of obsessed with the number 9.
That night, as I lay on the roof of the hotel gazing at the stars, I saw a big WAINKERR amongst them
The taxi driver's name was Wayne.
When I got back to America some big dude called Wayne smashed his fist into my face at a bar.
That is when it occurred to me.
I got, used, or took "Marlo" cuz that character is IMHO the 2nd coming of Scarface, or should I refer to him as the modern day version of an "URBAN SCARFACE" sort of speak, only my fellow "WIRE" fans, fanatics, or addicts would really know who I am talking about and referring too.
and the "Manson" part is derived from that of either "Marilyn Manson" cuz I am a fan of his music, or in a lesser extent, depending on (your) view it could also be associated with that of Charles Manson to a lesser degree, cuz, lets be honest, the last name "MANSON" is synonymous for being associated to Charles Manson, who everybody considers a sadistic killer / madman, so I think the singer or the group "Marilyn Manson" took / used the last name of "Manson" in correlation to that of "Charles Manson" to make up his bands stage name or his stage name / say, Marilyn Manson. mainly to instill fear, curiosity, and give the band and himself a sick demented Aura of a creepy macabre nature / entity.
It's my real name and it means "Notorious ruler"
HAH beat that!!
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& I kept it because by the time I quit playing UO I had changed my email to fit the character name (& because it's still an original name).
Yeah, you're right. Marylin Manson... Marylin Monroe, and Charles Manson.
Kind of a crossbreed of social idealogical (now, mostly mythic) figures. It fits right along with the mood, or maybe the intent, of the music and the image.
I'm not a huge fan of their music, myself. But I like some of thier stuff.
Yes indeed all the bases are covered. I am a fan of all three. Marilyn Monroe cuz she was obviously a beautiful girl.
Marilyn Manson cuz of his / their Music. and Charles Manson cuz of my fascination with Serial Killers, Murderers, and just the Macabre nature of the subject. (I don't glorify or condone killing, or the people that commit these crimes)
I am just curious by nature and enticed by their personalities and the mystique of that persons state of mind, sort to speak. :hatsoff:
That's who the fuck you are. I'd been going apeshit trying to figure out who the hell you were, and where the fuck he went. :1orglaugh
Sounds like you got that 'High Fidelity' thing going.Inspired by my last girlfriend/relationship. Being with her was like a fantasy, the best woman I have ever been with, but in the end I felt like driving into a brick wall, in how she completely screwed up my life.