quick-links # personal details % favourite and most hated * family + internet

full name:	terces rex
preferred name:	terces / wankface
date of birth:	09/10/1981
where i live:	don't know, seem to stagger back there occasionally though, brazil
height:	3ft, luckily i have a twin brother living in my pants who i stand on giving the illusion of being 6ft
weight:	depends if i count my twin i guess
hair colour:	bottle black, stylish un-dyed roots
eye colour:	too afraid of mirrors to find out
zodiac sign:	unbalanced libra
hobbies:	listening to loud music, talking about loud music, making loud music
nicknames:	tercey, terceywolf, tercey the wonder pup, but to you, sir
fears / phobias:	losing teeth through bizarre accidents
description of self:	manic depressive, easily bored, layered like a roll of andrex and destined for much the same. just to clear it up, i don't worship satan... satan worships me!

	favourite	most hated
film	the lost highway, eraserhead, anything french	anything from hollywood
colour	black, and yes, black is a colour	this sites background
book	une saison en enfer, les fleurs du mal, anything french and dark	stupid philosophers, socrates & plato for starters
place	camden (london) and helsinki (finland)	fuckinghamshire
song	the freezing moon	99% of other music
bands	burzum	99% of other bands
cartoon	pokémon of course	dexters lab
dinosaur	raptor (agile killers)	t-rex (fat bastards)
toy	diablo	yo-yo
soap	dove	any pink soap
game	games that involve sex	games that don't involve sex
type of magazine	fanzines	kerrang
football team	me	them
fruit	rather eat vomit	all
vegetable	rather eat vomit	all
actor	me	them
actress	eileen daly, emily bouffante, emma red	the woman from keeping up appearances
stone	marble	anything sedimentary
t.v. program	twin peaks	neighbours
sport	sports involving cross gender physical contact	football, the new religion but muddier
school subject	p.s.	anything requiring work
plant	rose, any plant that eats animals	grass
animal	dead ones, wolves	living ones, frogs
computer game	ultima vii	anything by nintendo
d.j.	me when i put on a cd	other people when they put on a cd
t.v. presenter	guy from eurotrash	christ evans
pastime	waiting to get out of buckinghamshire	realizing i have a few months left
food	sweet and sour chicken	anything healthy
type of music	black / doom metal, apocalyptic folk, classical	anything not in those categories
sweet	i know i am	chocolate (allergy)
weather	night time, clear or foggy	dull endless grey skies
quote	"there is no such thing as mindless violence, merely walking down the street and kicking someone is very stimulating"	"the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom" -blake "look at that picture, he's got blood coming out of his mouth... that can't be healthy"
drink	absinth	"tropical" drinks
bird	raven	gull

mother's name:	mind your own business
father's name:	oddly the same as my mothers name
brother's and sister's names:	monkey face
their ages:	20 going 5
most annoying family member:	me, i'm a total bastard

my isp:	freeserve
my e-mail address:	burning_churches@yahoo.com
my website:	school forced me to erase it or get kicked out, too offensive.
favourite website:	www.rotten.com
reasons:	mostly fake but fun
funniest website:	scatlovers.com/mainpage.htm
reasons:	taking the term "eat shit" to new levels of perversion (not for kiddies, people while eating, or people with eyes)
other kewl websites:	wtf.rotten.com/wtf/wtf.01/roo.html
reasons:	kangaroos having sex, can life get any better?
most hated websites:	www.freaks.fsnet.co.uk
reasons:	geez, what a bunch of idiots
games played online:	i'm not a millionaire yet
where:
your name:
chat online:	no, i instruct
where:	everywhere
nickname:	bastard

and now for some other stuff...

memories? hmm... ah yes, i remember once, i believe it was while having anal intercourse with the pope. he told me, "tercey my boy, one day you'll be asked to tell a memory by some silly questionnaire, and if you tell them this one, i will personally make sure your balls hang from the vatican ceiling". for this reason i will not mention any memories, certainly not any memories relating to my buggery with john paul.

"if at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the clock, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: 'it's time to get drunk! so that you may not be martyred slaves of time, get drunk; get drunk and never pause for a rest!'" - baudelaire