Chyna Doll

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My real names Chyna, it's not some myspace name, I've been called Chyna Doll since the day I was forced out of the uterus and plopped out of my mothers vagina. I'm a repulsive individual who enjoys speaking of bodily fluids, and sexual content. I'm passionate about sewing; I'm currently attending the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising in LA and majoring in Fashion Design. I can spend hours watching classic horror flicks starring Christopher Lee; zombies, vampires, ghouls, and ghosts make my heart race. Music is a large part of my life, I love shows, wrecking, and pitting is my desire. FUCK RAVES if you're into them don't talk to me, you look ridiculous covered in brightly colored beads, and metallic spandex. I think pin- up photography is beautiful, and I hope it plays some role in my future. I like the smell of stale booze, cigarettes, and perfume after a night of drunken delirium. I successfully graduated anger management, even though I let my temper get to the best of me sometimes. Overall what you see is what you get I'm a curvacious bitch that eats meat, and loves leather. If a PETA believer every threw paint on my leather I'd gouge their eyeballs out, suck their brains through a straw out of their eye sockets, throw it in slop for pigs, make bacon, and eat um' for breakfast :) My friends are what makes my world go round, if you're yourself pleased to meet you, if you find yourself spewing unkind word vomit; kindly fuck off.
The Giaour
But first on earth, as Vampyre sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent;
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet, which perforce
Must feed thy livid, living corse,
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire;
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy floweres are withere on them stem.
Lord Byron 1813
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