Post by GHASSAN TESSA on Jul 15, 2013 18:46:29 GMT -6
See me run, now you're gone...
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GHASSAN
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Sad we talk of how madmen think...
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[/font][/right][/color][/color][/blockquote][/font][/size]The first impression most people get of Ghassan is that he's a complete dick, and they wouldn't be far off of the truth - if he's not trying to get some hapless young guy in the sack then he's in front of a mirror, preening like a peacock. But it works for him, he guesses. The English accent helps somewhat, to the right kind of people - they "ooh" and "ahh" and say "You sound so cultured!". Pretentious wankers only looking to get their fix of the foreign. Then again, he doesn't really care what people think, as long as they stick around him. He can't bear to be alone.
Ghassan is hedonistic, amoral and completely uninterested in getting to know about your "feelings" about the shit he doesn't care about. You know, like how your pet parakeet died last week and you've been trying to dig a little grave for him to hold a memorial but the ground is so hard this time of year? You've been sniffling about it for the past half-hour. Yeah, yawn. If you were talking about how a guy got so fucked last night that he vomited all over the girl he was trying to chat up but was blatantly uninterested in him? That's where Ghassan will perk up. Who doesn't love a good story? It's just a good trait to have as a journalist in the making.
Time you gotta leave all these good people...
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[/right][/color][/font][/color][/size]Friends? What, the people you hang out with and do E with and cuddle up to in a little pile when you've been rolling for six straight hours and just need something to cuddle? Friends! All Ghassan cares about in people is the physical - will they be there when he needs a quick screw or, god forbid, a hug? He's never really found someone yet that he can call a proper friend; then again, he doesn't think he'll really need to confide in people.
Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears...
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[/font][/color][/right][/font][/color][/size]You're always gonna get stuck-up pious pricks who are too into kneeling before the Lord to appreciate the wonder of kneeling before something much more filling. And no, he's not talking about praying to another religion. People are always going to be disgusted by his endless pursuit of pleasure and apathy, it's life. Ghassan tries to not let it get to him too much.
They get physical, way below my lips...
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[/size][/font][/color][/right][/font][/color][/size]Ghassan's never really had a boyfriend. He's had girlfriends, of course - fumbles in the dark where Ghassan was drunk enough to block out the fact that they had boobs and a vagina from him mind, back when he was still trying to please his father. They never lasted long, though. There was only so many times that a guy could pass off being limp on alcohol and stress. He's still too afraid to come out to his father at the risk of being cut off from the family funds so Ghassan hasn't gone after the crushes he's had or the general longing for love he gets every so often.
Now you're lost and you're lethal...
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[/font][/right][/color][/right][/font][/color][/size]Ghassan swears a lot. Like a sailor, in fact. His conversations can also be really crass so apologies >:
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