i'm nick spacee. if you don't know me, that's cool. i don't aim to impress, i aim to make you scream. i'm what you wish you could be, everything you wanted to be, everything you envy. i don't pretend to be perfect, i know i'm flawed. i'm just perfectly flawed. i'm nice, in my own way. get to know me, kthanks...

(click photo to shop., - Photo Hosted at Buzznet, ------------, ---------------, 15, 6 page layouts of me pretending like I have real feelings, A blank, A case in point of the tenet that sometimes in life we do get to choose our own labels, A mystery, A real adventure, A sphinx, A story, America, As record producers and media execs scratch their heads in predictable middle-aged, BRAND NEW MERCH!!!), Barely, Be they sweaty-palmed fans or homo foes, Because unlike every other bitch on this myspace.com hype, Easily one of MySpaces most identifiable names, Even Jon-Benet Ramsey wanted to be me, Everything is monotone like my dead fucking eyes and Ill say, Go and buy some sunglasses because the future is bright pink, Half super bitch and half mega cunt, Haters beware, He is a self admitted girlfriend thief and music addict, Hi, I can hope, I do have a heart — I just dont want you to know it, I dont expect you to leave me the fuck alone, I dont want my whole life crammed into a single word, I have a crush.., I know you all want me to stand around and look pretty, I like being solitary and refined, I like people passing over me when my face isnt on, I mean it when I say I COULD CARE LESS and that I am ONLY HERE TO SCREAM MY OPINIONS and I could really GIVE A SHIT LESS IF IT MATTERS TO YOU, I prefer being under the floor with the worms while you all crash around in the ten inch stilletos you dont need, I want to find something else, Im a getaway car for real feelings, Im an icon to the teenage underground world, Im here to stay, Im perfect., Im what your mother was supposed to be, Im your Mr, I’m not the first person to be ahead of my time—but I don’t have time for the retirement center to catch up, Let me be the one thing that makes your heart break because you cant help it, Methamphetamine, My diamond studs sparkle like a Mike Jones/Paul Wall grill and youll have to wear sunglasses if you wanna come near this prince of fame, My eyes are hidden from the sun beneath huge fake supremacy and my wrist says, My life is just another reminder that Im the reason teenage girls shove their fingers down their throats and little boys grow up emo, My music is just another reminder to shut the fuck up and take your clothes off, My plastic surgery face is just another reminder of what Im walking away from, My sparkling razor sharp personality that Miss America style-jacked from me, NEW MERCH IN HOT TOPIC!: click photo to start shopping!, NEW MERCH!!!! - Photo Hosted at Buzznet, NICK SPACEE, Nick Spacee, Nick Spacees rise to fame has long since given his solemn nod to Andy Warhols 15 minutes, Others beat the system and manufacture themselves, Parading in Prada when youre so fucking punk and XXXtothefuckingCORE that youll damn the system and bitch when your sisters pants rip at the seam because YOUR ASS DOES NOT FIT, Photo Hosted at Buzznet, Smile, Some celebrities are manufactured by the system, Spacee shed his birth name and backstory like some played-out trend, Sure, THEY care because they need the hits, THIS is MR, The celebrity of our favorite C*U*N*T* and consummate fame sucking whore continues to take the world one blue and one vagina at a time, They can pop Geritol and recycle the tried-and-tired, They need people to turn their heads when they say the same thing everyone else does in the same voice with the same face and in the same $60 pants that were worn in by the same asian kids getting paid the same bum change in the same factory living the same miserable fucking life, They need to be part of the radiowaves that bring anyone else to attention, They said Id never be anything but who has the world watching them? Who has such amazing and dedicated fans? People need to hate me because they hate themselves, They want to believe the rumors about me because they dont have their own rumors, To the casual culture vulture peeking in on Nicks MySpace page, UGLYSCENEBOY, Undefined, Underneath all that mask, Unknown, Unlike all the angstmonger kiddie-hoppers on myspace, What you dont understand, While the internet took over the world in 2000, Yes, You didnt buy those clothes at a fucking thrift shop, You need someone like me to make you feel wrong, Youll soon see me inside every magazine, Your idea of vintage is a boy scout shirt complete with badges you never earned nor even understand the symbols of on fucking sale for $99.50, [I dont expect you to understand a word or see me as anything typical.], [Im not naive enough to think the words, [sorry if we cant all be unoriginal] but I have a mold to break, and the loss/transmogrification/“gain” of the human condition in the process, appearing on TV shows and being heard over 20 MILLION times on myspace, at the end of the day this star is rising, bigger than a house and able to jump teams of single men in leaps and bounds, bitch, but Im actually a real person, but for me its a full-time job, but the reality behind this sleight of hand is sheer marketing genius and countless hours of hard work, but we all hope for silly things, cameras are always flashing while Im hidden under black tinted windows silently smiling with perfect pink lipstick, carries the torch as a self made celebrity, cause the halfbuck is so much less when you dont care where your mommy and daddys credit card is used, creating a new sense of personal history through pronouncements such as, dont we?, everybody wants to play God, fearbased fashion, filling the world with reality and plastic mixed with disaster, greater than life itself, he has become a role model for the new post 911 America.The world feels like a funeral and Nspacee is the high heeled embalmer, he is a photo junkie and light blue addict, he is crazy (once you know me) and openly subversive, his stardom has grown since then and continues, it’s more important for me to continue to evolve and expand.”, ladies and geltlemen, last year: posing for magazines, leaving monsterous trails of smeared mascara and broken mirrors everywhere..., middle-American, more than the space age Teflon personality from which he deflects bullets and bombs faster than super heroes in the movies, my names Nick Spacee and in case you didnt know Im really really somewhat -popular, no, pink persona of an individual who’s a pioneer in the true sense of the word, selling out isnt an option] and playing to audiences of ten thousand plus, selling out tours and being the KING BITCH., so get used to it and worry about yourself before you try and be negative towards me, some place to be thats not on the map, the countless hordes of teenagers jumping aboard the Nick Spacee bandwagon don’t exactly count for nothing, the cunt and queen of the internet, the friends, the hundreds of thousands of “friends” may look like magic, the name that rides currents, the truth shoved up your nose, their machete-sharp gaze and relentless attention confirm the same basic fact: love him or loathe him, theres more to Nick Spacee than beauty and well coiffed hair, this self-proclaimed “Head of the Madeup Mafia” and “King Bitch Supreme Among Internet Royalty” is a bundle of cyanidelaced contradictions that comprise the vicious, to erase the word enigma from your minds and thinks me unimportant, tripping all over one anothers bullshit that drags as far behind you as your fake faces, turning down offers that most bands would die for [because it wasnt right, unknowable, what began as an exercise in self delusion fulfilled itself in the biggest self made personality the world has ever seen, with my diamond rims and pink lust, with your gasoline teeth and forced empathy, you can make mean anything., “But that’s the point, “Not everyone’s going to get me, ” sighs Spacee