Name: Privaron Piros. Why, you may ask? because i like bleach(anime) and Piros the third from dothack. now i am a temporal machine god! yay! And now updated to Gishki Lord! And now i have become Azorius Senator Piros!

Age: i'm older than you, you, and you and younger than you, you, and you.

Gender: Male. man. dude. hombre. lalaki. mies. homme. mann. homem. (must i continue with all the other languages?)

Likes: Bleach(both anime and detergent), Naruto(parodies mostly), One Piece(those devil fruits are awesome!), Dothack(i just like Piros the third. awesome theme he's got), Salad Fingers(creepy. very creepy), Heavy Metal, Death metal, Titanium Metal, aluminum metal, all kinds of metal(must i go on?), Writing stories(i have tons! but only few are fanfic ready), Kid Buu(pink is the new awesomeness in pwn), Broly(must i give a reason for his uberness?), Yaoi(yes. very rare would a man admit this unless he's gay or Bi), and lots more.

Dislikes: Hobos (lazy bastards should stop asking for money and clean themselves in a lake and get a job. make yourself useful and stop being a pain in society's ass!), Suicidal people (you have the right to take your life away if you want. but i think society should also have the right to make your existence invalid and throw you on an island far from society. you people take up hospital space and resources for those who actually need it. if your gonna kill yourself, do it quickly and effectively. otherwise, don't do it at all. or get a hobby or something. gosh.), gold beggars (this refers to people in MMORPG that beg for gold. stop it! make your own gold like everyone else, you lazy bastards! no one is gonna give you gold and if they do, they're idiots for giving it to you! i should get Associate Professor Evil's pet, Barnaby, and have him eat you, you annoying bastards!), Emo people (god, where do i start? i'll just say this. cheer the uck up emo people. there are others who have actual reasons to be depressed), and finally, Rappers who don't know what music is. (i was amazed at how many wannabe rappers, and even 'real' rappers that i've met know nothing of real music. they think rap is real music. let me say that these people are the worlds stupidest people. even a 'special' person(no offense to you guys, i like you people! you make things fun!) can say that these rappers are retards. for anyone to say that they are rappers without knowing the classics like Mozart and Beethoven can't call themselves rappers, in my opinion. these people don't know about the foundation that help start all kinds of music. you can go to a rocker and ask him/her about Mozart or Beethoven, i promise you that they'll tell you at least 3 songs they like. truthfully, i have yet to meet a rapper who can tell me one song from these famous composers, let along not ask me "who is Mozart/Beethoven?". your stupidity astonishes me, rappers. no wonder you lack style.)

95 of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the 5 who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list: AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929,SweetNCrazieSugarmuffin,The Komodo Dragon Phoenix,Bust_A_Groover, Tecna, Triggonseed, The Only Innocent Writer Here-Yumi, Kikyouhater118, Midnight-angel-of-darkness, adngo714,cyber-porygon, the aku dragon of light, PirateCaptainBo; Ski Bo, SilverFlameoftheWindScar, DemonicDragoness,Uzura-chan, HaloteveCV, Arrancar Piros

98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile.

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Post this on your profile if you hate racism.

You know you live in 2008 when...

1.) You accidentally enter your pin number on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don't have a screen-name or MySpace.

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV.

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) You were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there actually was a number 5.

11.) You are now laughing at yourself.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that (and you know you did!)

If you can read this message, you are blessed, because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! Tahts so cool! If you could read that put it in your profile!

98 of the internet has a myspace, if your one of the 2 that can resist stupid fads, copy and paste this into your profile

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

Copy and paste this poem in your profiles if you are against child abuse:

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid, I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.