Neilion (4/15/1991 - 4/16/1991) has carefully cultivated a stylistically marketable, culturally refined, socially incorrigible, and politically damnable online presence under the alias of 'netdragon130' He enjoys delivering bad news, making origami paper hearts, and writing nauseatingly depressing poems, which have as much chance of being published as Davey Havok has of becoming an universally revered sex symbol (which translates to - A Very Good Chance, Indeed) He appreciates life's simple moments, epic battles with hairdressers on top of Mount Everest, final confrontations with retired butt sex addcits, and pirating petabytes of....things...., and other such stuffs. If he were a retired debutante, he would wonder whether it would be worth being reincarnated as a British bartender. He subscribes to the 'do it itself' philosophy, which entails that objects in a state of rest will eventually evolve motivation and do something. He stalks a select few members of the human race, including those whose name contain 'Matt' and 'R' and 'L'. His favorite anime are those which make him cry at the end, or at least feel thoroughly miserable. He likes long walks at the beach and then spontaneously riding off into the gay sunset, on the back of an albino alligator. The End There isn't anymore. Ever.