I am The Great Nagneto, Master of Malcontent!

This is the part of the description where I'm obligated by dick law to give some detailed description of the kinds of things viewed kill smurfs on this channel. That silly egocentric blob of text that nobody bothers to read but the youtuber just has to go on and on rambling with their entire life's story like it matters to anyone. I'm mean the arrogance of some people right? Like any of you are gonna take the time to read this entire diatribe about nothing, and then I'll have the audacity to put some silly quote or something down below this part, say did I ever tell you about the time I went to this town of El Paso? I fell in love with a mexican girl with a cockeye and a peg leg. We dropped some acid, killed our parents and then we hit the road. I had absolutely nothing to do with The Noodle Incident, unless you count staging, planning, enacting, and eating a lot of raw cheese. I see a world governed by bullshit, and in order to maintain some semblance of sanity, I have to step back and laugh at it.

Formerly username: 666
Voted: "Biggest disappointment since the Crucifixion"

"ARE YOU OPEN ON THURSDAYS???" - George Carlin

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http://facebook.com/Nagneto

I'm an amateur performance artist and I'm also a High Blood Priest of Satanic Creationism. I also think of all human beings as human beings and I'm a Round Earther. I scorn the American values of hate, greed, and mediocrity. I also eat beans.

Every thing's white and nothing is gray
It's growing apart a bit every day
Drawings on an ocean just fade away
Into nothing

A scattered rooftop and a charcoal song
A closing door to a word beyond me now
To juggle conversational talk
On a collapsing bridge that was built to fall down

Expressing all faces stuck in the clouds
A pair of masks that sleep on the ground
A buried girl now trapped in her head
Never to be let out until blackness grows dead

Written air now ceases to be
A spiral staircase shows both sides of a need
Paper trails might lead the way
To a place where giants fall and man knows his place

Broken faces now litter the clouds
A slight betrayal will break open the ground
Destroy the papers to clear up the past
You need to go home but you never want to go back

A blackness creeps behind us loud
It's all engulfing and we know this somehow
A brighter life arrives upon death
A smarter song for those musically bereft
Is all that's left

Beyond Me - by Jonathan Ian (the creator of Foamy makes awesome music, look him up on Amazon!)