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OilWells

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About OilWells

  • Birthday 08/05/1992

RP Characters

  • Character 2
    Talkie Buckman
  • Main Character
    Oil Wells

Profile Information

  • Interests
    I love the arts and all the beautiful things that can come from it. Drop all pretensions and just create honest and beautiful art.
  • Location
    Middle of Nowhere
  • Gender
    Colt

Role Play Information

  • RP Ready
    Ask Me

Contact Methods

  • Website URL
    https://twitter.com/NinJudas
  • Skype
    Boredomstrikes

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  1. need new scenery

    1. RegalSteel

      RegalSteel

      This has a diffetrent meaning to me as a tabletop mini gamer :P

  2. Intouchables (2011 dir. Olivier Nakache, Eric Toledano) An amazing film with amazing characters and amazing directing. How the directors use subtext and subtlety is almost sublime.
  3. Life is going on "Focus" mode

    1. Kodokuna

      Kodokuna

      That's a good thing, non? I wish life would be slower for me to react faster to.

  4. Bukowski: Born Into This (2003 dir. John Dullaghan) A very interesting and somewhat abstract look into the life of Henry Charles Bukowski Jr. famed poet and novelist.
  5. I'm not sure what I'm doing...

  6. Happy "Don't Care About Your Opinion, I Just Like Fireworks" Day

    1. ArdillaVerde93

      ArdillaVerde93

      And to all, a good night!

    2. tacobob

      tacobob

      Just watch them fireworks! You might lose a hand! http://www.deviantart.com/art/Lyra-Vs-Fireworks-382857458

  7. this sentence is a palindrome...and a pathological liar...

  8. Raising Arizona (1987 dir The Coen Brothers) Blood Simple. (1984 dir The Coen Brothers)
  9. Think like Aristotle, sing like Johnny Hobo, write like Bukowski, and live like no one else.

  10. Meatloaf, you so cray cray...

  11. There was an unflinching intensity in the air as the sun began to wane far in the distance. All of nature seemed to sit quiet as the days-light slowly dissipated and gave way to the haunting shadows of night. In the middle of the forest area sat a wide dirt path that broke off from the main dirt road and stretched straight forward into seeming-nothingness, almost as if to suggest that it would go on forever. The churning wheels of a wagon squeaked loudly in the middle of nowhere as it turned into the path, the harsh sound of dirt being crushed under its weight overwhelmed the natural hum of the wild-life. As the wagon pushed on, a strange fog began to envelop them, becoming thicker as they continued on their way. Eventually, as it seemed the fog filled every space and crack, the wagon came to an abrupt stop. In the dense sun-lit fog, as the light of day was in its last throws, sat steel fence caked with rust and decay, the wear of time showing clearly as several bars were bent out of shape but the spear-head tops were as jagged and threatening as ever. There was a faint unnaturalness to the fence as it sat silently as a solid individual entity impeding upon the path. The door on the wagon swung open and out stepped Talkie Buckman, premier Equestria filmmaker. He looked around, dawning a confused look upon his face as all he could see was the fence, the fog, and the trees. He threw a glance over at the stallions pulling the wagon, both of which had a stern, humorless, look to them. Talkie trotted up, steel peering around at the lay-out. "Is there a reason why we've stopped?" Talkie asked, hoping to shorten this delay by any means necessary. "We go no further, trot on if you wish, but this is as far as our services will take you," one of the stallions spoke up with out the slightest sense of irony. Talkie just shrugged and motioned for his fellow passenger to exit the wagon. Out stepped Wilbur P. Hoovecraft, well renowned horror writer, carrying a great deal of filming equipment on his shoulders, partially obscuring his vision. "What seems to be the nature of our ever so sudden stop? Have we arrived to the home of ghouls ghastly images?" Wilbur asked in his most excited of voices, as if hoping to see something of a supernatural nature as soon as he had stepped out. "Nah, turns out we truck it on our own hooves from here, Wilby," Talkie replied. "Don't call me Wilby, and if that is the case, can you at least carry some of this?" "Sorry, I'm the director, you know the unions and all." Wilbur set the equipment down for a breather and looked around at the scenary, "Oh, quite marvelous, such fantastic visuals. So, shall we continue?" "Not yet, I figure we might as well wait for our accomplice in this matter, maybe they had more luck picking transportation than we did." Wilbur sighed as he sat down, almost disappointed to have not reached the house of horrors by now.
  12. I'd strum a guitar if I thought it could ever save the world. I'd learn to write better if I thought it could change some minds.

  13. Updated: "Moon Riot"
  14. Never been much into Grindcore, in that general direction I more take to Crust Punk. I like Doom Metal, especially the classics and sludge metal has some cool bands like The Melvins (especially when Jello Biafra collabs with them).
  15. Am I not a pony who rose through the ranks like any other? Did I not start from the bottom and work my way to the top? Does it sound like I am trying to avoid answering your question while feigning an answer? Well, let me tell you something, as a proud businesspony/hard worker I promise to do what I can to get the job done...Now just go on your merry way before you realize I didn't actually answer anything.
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