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L-O-V-E L-I-F-E

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

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America

First man to dieFor the flag we now hold high (crispus attucks)Was a black manThe ground were we standWith the flag held in our handWas first the redmansGuide of a shipOn the first columbus trip (pedr...
Posted by L-O-V-E L-I-F-E on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 12:18:00 PST

A LITTLE ABOUT ME

I am Heinz Hummer. I'm the gigolo with the most below. Okay? I can give you a Filthy Lopez like you never had before. I could give you a Cambodian Creamsicle... that will make you scream all night. Ok...
Posted by L-O-V-E L-I-F-E on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 12:54:00 PST

Right In Two

Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused. Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around? Plenty in t...
Posted by L-O-V-E L-I-F-E on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 01:50:00 PST

Train With No Love

Yeah, all aboard... All aboard I know it feels insane on a train with no love Drugs all deep in the brain on a train with no love I know it feels insane on a train with no love I died deep in the bra...
Posted by L-O-V-E L-I-F-E on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 01:24:00 PST

dance with the devil

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a c...
Posted by L-O-V-E L-I-F-E on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 11:37:00 PST