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Solender
| Main blog: | ModernMythology | | Birthday: | May 16th | | Gender: | Male | | Occupation: | Executive / Management | | Education: | Bachelors degree, School of life | | Religion: | Other | | Service Attendance: | More than once a week | | Race/lineage: | Other | | Location: | New Zealand (Aotearoa), Auckland |
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| Body Size: | Sturdy | | Height: | 5' 10" (178 cm) | | Eyes: | Dark Brown | | Vision: | No assisted eyewear | | Hair Color: | Black Brown | | Hair Style: | Straight - Short | | Facial Hair: | Goatee | | Skin Tone: | Tan | | Best Feature: | Sweet spot | | Clothing Pref.: | Practical | | Undies: | Free Willy |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Never Married | | Family Info: | The son of a God (non-denominational) and a Woman who never existed, Solender enjoyed the kind of childhood usually repressed by lesser minds to preserve ones sense of sanity. One of nine (otherwise) over-achieving children, he watched helpless as his siblings took prestigious and influential positions throughout professional, financial, artistic and academic high society. Fueled on by his genetic competitive compulsion Solender has decided to destroy society as a whole and construct carefully designed and customised personal hell's for each of his 4 brothers and 4 sisters. He thinks this will finally get his fathers attention... | | Sexual Preference: | Often | | Astrological Sign: | Taurus (April 20 - May 20) | | Existing as: | Angel- no wings | | Smoking: | No. But not bothered by it | | Liquor: | Regularly | | Exercise: | Regularly | | Biography/About: | Not much is known about Solender before his meteoric rise as Prophet of The Sophoclasmic Apocalypse. Some scholars proffer that he was raised by genetically modified Japanese Wading Monkeys and his uncanny manual dexterity and flair for mathematics certainly seems to bare this out. It is known that since his public debut - the almost iconic 'Salsberg Incident' of 1982, Solender has spent most of his time on the run from the FBI, CIA, Interpol, the Royal Families of several Eastern European countries, the Catholic Church, PETA, Bob Geldof and the Sedgefield (and surrounding districts) Public Libraries. Despite this it has been reported that Sol is living quite comfortably as a refugee and 'special circumstances' attache to the Prime Minister of New Zealand. | | Likes: | You | | Dislikes: | Everyone Else | | Interests: | Pretty much focused on the destruction of modern society but I still find time for a little karaoke now and then. |
| People/Heroes: | mohandas gandhi, socrates, bill hicks, batman | | Books: | zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, geeklove, good omens, still life with woodpecker, magician, the abortion, the sandman: season of mists | | Authors: | neil gaiman, richard brautigan, roald dahl | | Music Genres: | rock, heavy metal, drum and bass, jazz, motown, soul, punk, new wave, trance, fusion jazz, big beat | | Bands/Artists: | tool, failure, dave brubeck, aphrodite, pitch black, concord dawn, guns n' roses, bill hicks, bill withers, chemical brothers, lo fidelity all stars, sincola | | Albums/CDs: | arizona bay, opiate, time out, apetite for destruction, what the nothinghead said, how to operate with a blown mind | | Songs: | wuthering heights, take five, flood | | TV Shows: | the simpsons, six feet under, sapphire and steel | | Movies: | the philadelphia story, the usual suspects, seven, the empire strikes back, harvey, fightclub | | Actors: | jimmy stewart, kevin spacey, katherine hepburn | | Games: | scrabble, trivial pursuits, settlers of catan, LOTR risk, chess | | Sports: | rugby | | Colors: | red, blue, green, black, purple | | Pets/Animals: | cats, tropical fish | | Cars/Motorcyles: | u.s. built honda accord 2.2l vtec wagon - bling, plush and currently crashed. | | Season: | autumn, winter, spring, summer | | Food: | maori, italian, indian, thai, mexican | | Drink: | alcohol, blended juices | | Quotes: | have any theories to go with that tie? | | Position: | all |
i'd eat a live bug...
...if i thought it'd make you smile again.
365
for the next yeari am going to tell you how magnificent you arein three hundred and sixty five completely unique waysnot to make you fall in love
(nothing so common)but simply because i think someone shouldand in both language and couragei find i am ableand because it incenses methat someone as incredible as youcould ever imagine that a single day passedwhere you were not appreciatedfor all the wonderful waysyou make this worldan infinitely better place
(that's one...)
define the scale
you
are a perfect five stars. you're two thumbs up. visually stunning,
well written and perfectly performed. if you were a movie you'd be the
empire strikes back, the godfather 2 and citizen kane, all rolled into
one.
they say there is no accounting for taste, but i AM a
muthafuckin' taste accountant. i literally get PAID for my opinion and
mine, of you, could not be higher.
you define the scale. everything else in this world falls somewhere between nothing and you.
where are my sexy jellyfish?
Inception failed to capture the ferocity of imagination that comes with dreaming. I'm pretty sure everyone experiences something more outlandish than a James Bond movie or Metal Gear Solid when they sleep?
Where was the guy eating his own face? Where were the clouds of neon, acid spitting, (yet) strangely sexual jellyfish?
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