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About Me

When I die, I want to be skinned and have my tattoos turned into a leather jacket. Maybe to be worn by the man I spent my life with, or put in a museum as my last art piece for the world, or just as social commentary. The rest of me is to be cremated and slipped into the pockets of unsuspecting travelers, sent out to sea like a proper pirate, & mixed up in vats of acrylic paint at the factory. Jack of all trades master of some, artist/student, drink slinger, & pilates instructor. I'm a text book aquarius... My first time on an airplane I jumped off of it... I am freak flypaper... I hate clowns... I talk in my sleep... I like to watch you sleep, take a shower, pick your nose, have sex, etc. when you don't know I'm looking~ and if you do know, thats ok too... I do things i think are funny to entertain myself and don't tell anyone... I tend to be slightly self destructive... If I ever have kids, I'm going to punch them in the face every time we drive past a McDonalds... I am completely bipolar & can often be a walking contradiction of myself...
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I've found one who gets into and under my skin. Waiting for Polynesian adventures to begin, enjoying every breath & moment up until that day... People who want to buy my art, or tell me they like it, hate it, want to have fetish parties with it... Like-minded freaks, philosophers, inventors, innovators, optomists, thinkers, spiritualists, adrenaline junkies, rock stars, ARTISTS!!! People who know good music, people who like to beat up people who like bad music. Anyone who won't put up with my shit just because they want something from me. Anyone else in this insane mess of a species who knows what its like to feel like this kid everyday...

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ADVICE FROM A BARTENDER

1. If I teach you my name, use it properly. Do not, under any condition, say it in any louder than a twelve inch voice, and by no means are you to call it out like some pathetic cry for help from the ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 22:38:00 GMT