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UrGirlfriendsPimp

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About Me

I'm a body piercer who just moved back to Cali. I'm interested in all arts, and write poetry and short stories.I love almost all music, and like going to live shows.I have 14 tattoos and several piercings.I would like to meet more people who are into the arts.I joined this thing on a fluke, so I'm still feeling it out, feel free to contact me if you can help, or just to say hi.
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My Interests

Body Modification, My Boys, Art, Writing, Poetry, Music, Contemplation, Passions(mine or other peoples),Sex, Rooftops.....

I'd like to meet:

Jim Morrison. Richard Brach. Angelina Jolie. Betty Page. Fakir Musafar.

Music:

Punk, Goth, some Techno, Death Metal, Rock,......

Movies:

Harold and Maude, Clockwork Orange, Scarface, All Kevin Smith films, Say Anything, Rocky Horror Picture Show, .....and probly a hundred others i can't think of right now.

Television:

I turned my T.V. into a fish tank.

Books:

Hitchikers Guide To The Galaxy, Trout Fishing In A America(no-it's not about fishing.), anything by Anne Rice,or Poppy C. Bright, and too many others to type out right now.

Heroes:

My big brother, who unfortunately passed away. There was not one person that he knew, that had a bad thing to say about him. His funeral was so massive, that people had to stand outside and all around the church. He was one kick azz guy.

My Blog

Epiphany

Did you ever wake up and wonder what the hell you were doing? Where simple every day things, seemed all of a sudden very unfamiliar,and the people closest to you are speaking a different language?It f...
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 12:14:00 PST

Troubled Waters

You, with your eyes that can cut me to the bone just as easily as they can bend my will. You, with your quiet voice and loud thoughts. You, with your scent of Irish Spring mixed with sweat, and sex.&n...
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

If looks could thrill

I ask her why she always look so deeply into me......Like she's searching for the meaning of my  skin,but she just smiles and bites her bottom lip as she walks away.I pretend not to notice how be...
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 01:06:00 PST

Too Late

Wrapped in his arms. His hands glide down my back.The energy of our bodies becomes one and flows deeply into me.A connection is made that will not be easily broken.Any thoughts of keeping this simple,...
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

For Love Of The Night

I await Dusk, with the soft longing of one who awaits a lover.There is clever beauty in the dark hours, as it turns concrete jungles into mystic playgrounds, and toxic smog into brilliant sky scape.St...
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Drunk People

Drunk people suck...really, really really bad! unless I'm drunk too of coarse.....:p
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

PEOPLE SUCK!

Why are people so fucking shallow?!?!-------I swear most people just get on my fucking nerves anymore!!!!!!
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

My Space

Although this site pisses me off on a regular basis(Spazz knows what I mean)--It has also given me a chance to meet some of the coolest, intelligent freaks!---so I have to give My Space it's dues and ...
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

The Game

The story has not any glory To bore me, ignore me  There is no bargaining or bothering Only tolerating Wasting minutes of borrowed time Only to come and find We are losing at our own g...
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

get the map

Here I am again, lost inside my head. I made a right when I should have left, and your words become rain , gently falling, flowing through the gutter of my mind. The thought of you no longer bri...
Posted by UrGirlfriendsPimp on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST