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Schools (Other):
I was too fucking high to care
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Occupation:
Slit Rental
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Affiliations:
actup, punx.net
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Hobbies and Interests:
Trainhopping, pipebombs, gambling, religion iconography (esp. Catholic), mass cultural manipulation, street theatre and political antics, finding new and fun ways to cook seitan, wailing like a banshee, bootparties, hitchhiking, fucking, fisting, flirting, flogging, binding, packing, stuffing, cleavage, and letting it all hang out.
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Favorite Books:
The Anarchist Cookbook, On The Road, Charles Burkowski, Timothy Leary, Noam Chomski, Howard Zinn, Where The Wild Things Are, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Stone Butch Blues, Toni Morrison, The Little Prince, Johnathon Livingston Seagull, Screw The Roses Send The Thorns, Baby Grizzlies
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Favorite Movies:
Harold and Maude, Ma Vien Rose, Sid and Nancy, Requim for a Dream, Bread and Roses, The Breakfast Club, Heathers, Monsters Ball
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Favorite Music:
The Slits, Iggy Pop, The Germs, Bow Wow Wow, X-Ray Specs, The Gits, Hazel, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, The Raincoats, The Sex Pistols, Misfits, Mozart, Mommy Dearest, Guns-N-Roses, Twisted Sister, Alice Cooper, The Beastie Boys, Patti Smith, Pop Will Eat Itself, Jiz and the Jackoffs
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Favorite TV Shows:
Everybody Loves Fisting Raymond
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Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
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About Me:
So I finally got onto friendster you fuckers you made me do it...I think all the people I've fucked in the past just want a way to point back and say look what I had, well take a long look sweetheart...my ass is outa here cause I've fucked many but my heart is true to few. If you've think you've got a pretty girl to show off, I'm gonna show up with my cock hard and my chest flat and I'm gonna bend you over the hood of the car and fuck you until you stop thinking you know who I am. For example, I really want to try my hand at stand-up comedy or perhaps one day go to flight school just so I can use the word "cockpit". I'm like a used car with one flat tire - hard to control, and adventure to drive and even better to ride on.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I like a good debate, so definately republicans (and I really like to win so George Bush would be ideal). Dirty birds that will let me keep them caged. A lover with a slow hand and an easy touch, a pistol packing mama, a boy with Bette Davis eyes, a new iron-man training buddy (as my last one is in the hospital with congestive heart failure - if you can't keep up with the big dogs, stay on the porch), and of course, I'm always waiting for my man.
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special night under the subway where
you were living. i know you thought of
me as just another "bitch with a busted
face", a "meal ticket", and a "quick and
lousy lay" (since those are the words
you carved on my back). but to me, on
that cold winter night, warmed by only
my clothing (that you so cleverly
suggested we burn), we made love.
years old. we met and fucked after a
dystopia show in arcada and re met at
resist and exist in eugene.
it was pure chaos.
of gods brought us together but I
remember it all so clearly. It was back
in the day, living in Boston. I caught
Absinthe trying to steal a $400 corset
from the fetish shop I worked in. I
kicked her out of the store and then saw
her at a show the next night. She
approached me and began yelling at
ME for kicking her out. We then
proceeded to have a claws out fist fight
after which, bloody, bruised and
mangled, we went back to my creepy
old mansion/abandoned nursing home
house and fucked in every filthy room in
the house. It was a good way to be.
After spending a lot of time together
(which is hard to remember on account
of lack of blood to the brain - literally)
we realized what good friends we could
be - then we parted ways. We've found
each other again and I am happy to say
that having you in my life is worth every
bone-crunching, jaw-clenching, knuckle-
aching moment and I don't intend to
lose track of you again.
you asked me to fist you in the middle of the park?
then we stripped to our underwear and went into
the corner bar? people this girl is CRAZY. she
has more hair products in her milkcrate lined
bathroom than manic panic has hair colors. this is
one badass slit renter. one question though, what
ever happened with that cop that went home with
you that last night when we were rolling our balls
off?