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This space is dedicated to Nuffie,
7 weeks left!!!
So, we think it could be a girl, but we're not for certain...
I'm reclusive, imaginitive, and sometimes I talk to myself when I get really worried.
I love the nightlife with clubs and cafe's, but the most enjoyable place to me is a quiet park in the late afternoon, or maybe a library just after dusk.
I love music, I can't choose between a Beethoven sonnatta or a soulful stomping industrial thrill.
I don't do drugs, I only drink on special occasions. I am going to be a mother, and I am honored to be a wife.
I am an artist, and I'm just playing with photography.
I'm not mean, or cruel. I just don't like most people. Infact, I hate the fake ones--they're like brussle sprouts. Little green balls of bitter intent and dissovling acid.
I think people are too wrapped up in themselves, too conditioned, and too medicated.
I like meeting interesting people, the ones who have found a way to break free from the mold and make something of themselves: mainly the artists, the strange and bazaar,the visionaries with a mission, and the ones who don't let others speak for them. The one's who've been erradicated, misjudged and excommunicated...I think I'd like to meet more of those...
And to the sick-minded minions who think it's funny to defile my inbox with distasteful commentary based solely on my appearance, or cool to post voulger come-ons like I am some snatch with her legs wide open and you don't even know my real name: I hope your penis turns green and falls off, the hair in your nose suffocates you, and you feel your own cruchy language pool in the form of bile in the back of your throat for years to come.
"Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood"