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Secret Ballerina

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships and Friends

About Me

I was born on the coast of Normandy, 1929. I had two brothers, a sister, and a son by the age of twelve. My sister was the town bicycle...everyone'd had a ride. She was at the top in her field in Normandy.
Each morning we would rise at the crack of dawn to gather eggs from the chicken trees. Each morning I would pull an egg from the branches, stick it in my supple mouth, close my lips firmly and bite down so that I could feel the yellow goo drip down the back of my throat like the semen of a seventy year old man on viagra...which didn't exist at the time. In my day we used oysters which were rubbed on penises and swallowed down as a gooey treasure from the sea.
I recall a time when girls were girls and boys were girls, basically everyone was girls. Even the donkeys. Ah, the old days. My name was Red Hen, on account of my large red balls which swelled with the passion of young manhood. People used to tell me I was a fine young man, swelling with the handsomeness of a bloated menstrual sack.
Once I walked upon the beach and happened upon a mermaid reciting some stupid poem we learned in IB that had something to do with peaches and being old and young Hispanic women and old women with dandruff fetishes.
The most important part of the story of who I am and how I came to be is that I contain all the knowledge and semen of the world inside my tiny tiny hands. Some people say they have the world in their hands...or maybe they're talking about Jesus. But, anyway, I have semen in my hands. And technically DNA is knowledge...if you think about it, sorta. So, I am the man who holds the world's semen in my hands.
Tiny, tiny hands...like a carny, but my circulation is poor, just like Bohemian Rhapsody's main persona. No blood, only sperm. The jizz of life, the jizz of death, I hold it all within my firm silky grasp. Slowly, however, as I approach the age of twenty four, I lose small droplets...to the wind.
Hymn of Ages: Spermal of Life
Wind, wind, water of life,
full of swimming tadpole, full of
flagella, the life of us all
in the sperm-coated grasp of this
little lass, despite her manliness
The sperm of the world, the sperm of life
Jesus didn't bleed wine, he bled the sperm
the sperm of liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifeeee
I was born a long time ago, as man
but then I realized that I was a red hen
which is a woman type animal
despite the fact that chickens are trees
It is a great conspiracy of the world
of poultry farmers that chickens are
necessary evils, as it is the trees
that are the true true source
But I know the truth.
With all the genetic knowledge
I hold in my tiny hands
Let us all form a line
and dance.

My Interests

I hate everything.

Every time people clap they are imagining being fucked by Bob Saget.

I'd like to meet:

The Wwwyzzwrd!

And, also, someone who'll make me their religion. Amen.

Movies:

I prefer stationaries.

Television:

I can't wait for the weird messages to start pouring in because of the content here.

Books:

cooks nooks shook crook hook look duck. Which one of these doesn't fit with the others?

Heroes:

Mr. Yves and Chloe

My Blog

Pretentious tree poem

I am a treea tree of one colora caucasian treeof German originbut Germans that left before the 'zeig heil' daysI am a treea tree with branch-like armsand leaves of golden hairI have curly leaveslong-a...
Posted by Secret Ballerina on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 09:53:00 PST

Who's still reading this?

I haven't updated this thing in a really long time, yet I still get profile views; four today, in fact.Who's reading it? Fess up... even if you are someone whom I don't personally know.
Posted by Secret Ballerina on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 01:28:00 PST

Gangsta

Cece wanted me to make this my myspace song, but I hate it when other people do it. In lieu of insta-loading, here is some gangsta shiznit for all y'all.Rollin' with SagetGoodnight, Michelle....
Posted by Secret Ballerina on Wed, 10 May 2006 11:29:00 PST

Camera phone self portraits!

I figured out a way around Verizon's evil disabling of the ability to use a cord by seeing if I could email them to myself today, and it worked.  You can taste the narcissim- it's a bit like chee...
Posted by Secret Ballerina on Tue, 02 May 2006 12:58:00 PST

Fun with clearance sales

For those of you who don't already know, the idea of strutting around my apartment in stripper shoes has interested me for some time.  While at Fascinations with Cece and Herchelle, I couldn't he...
Posted by Secret Ballerina on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 01:50:00 PST

Fauxhawk and Stu- Tanya's tits


Posted by Secret Ballerina on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 11:58:00 PST

Fauxhawk and Stu: Chi Homega sisters discuss their weekend


Posted by Secret Ballerina on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 01:37:00 PST

Hold me closer, tiny dancer

I changed out all my pics on here, and put myself as being in a relationship (with myself).  Oh yeah and if you notice the other changes you win a prize.
Posted by Secret Ballerina on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 01:53:00 PST

Badass the mini-cat!

Presenting: Badass the mini-cat (gerbil)!  He's my little James Dean, my little puma, my little motorcycle enthusiast. So I wanted to go to the pet store to check out all the cute puppies ...
Posted by Secret Ballerina on Wed, 18 Jan 2006 12:01:00 PST

Yet another vapid blog

Here is something I just found on my camera from my birthday- it's a picture of me taking myself way too seriously. Enjoy. ...
Posted by Secret Ballerina on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 01:23:00 PST