# 1 pApAYa EAteR - ProfilesArchive

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D Dramatic
A Amazing
N Neglected
I Intelligent
E Enjoyable
L Lovable /ta

I'd like to meet:

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Movies:

ur sexy
Do u think i am
Sexy
Hott
cute
sexy naked
what would u do with me alone
Sleep with me
Cuddle with me
Blow me
All of the above
How close is our relationship
Friends
Friends with benifits
Dateing me
Use to date
want to date me
Do u like me because
I am sexy
I have a nice car
I am a good person
All of the above
Have we
Gotten drunk to gether
Had sex
Played music
Went street raceing
If i asked u out would u say
Hell yes baby
Lets go FACK
No
Touch me all over
All except no
Will u send me a friend request from u or will u just
Never go to my sit again
Email me from time to time
Or be a myspace zombie if i say yes to the friend request
Did u take this poll seriously
Yes i promise
No not really
Only on some of the questions
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My Blog

more poetry

lovers posewe came into life this way bare to the world our legs neatly folded arching up towards our chest with our backs slumped as if to greet our knees but never quite touching we then grew older ...
Posted by # 1 pApAYa EAteR on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 01:35:00 PST

mor poetry

betrayala word of a thousand meanings never really know what it means but at one point in your in you life you know the true meaning of this foul word
Posted by # 1 pApAYa EAteR on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 01:18:00 PST

even more poetry

modern hell gilded calf hangs crucified hollowed hollowed words day in day out i do my duty contribute to the whole though even i know ill have nothing to show if i asked what use it had been at...
Posted by # 1 pApAYa EAteR on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 09:54:00 PST

more poetry

my glass of tearsso there i was just sitting at the bar with my head hanging low remembering the good timesi would have crawled into a bottle of whiskeybut instead i filled my glass with tears i came ...
Posted by # 1 pApAYa EAteR on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 09:45:00 PST

poetry

loves venom Its loves sick venom that drip from me she beats her way inside me and holds the key agian the pair of eyes now looms in my mind and haunts my mind and thoughts every time i shut my...
Posted by # 1 pApAYa EAteR on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 09:08:00 PST