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YourStalker
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Interested In:
Relationship Men and Women
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Member Since:
Nov 2003
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Hometown:
where you grew up
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YourStalker's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/3967943
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Occupation:
care-giver
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What I enjoy doing:
your stuff, nightvision goggles, your interests, the ground beneath your feet, your trash, the way you smell, hanging-up when you answer, long-distance photography, you
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Favorite Books:
your diary, your mail
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Favorite Movies:
Fatal Attraction, Single White Female, Swimfan, Sliver, Mr. Wrong, Night Calls, The Fan, The Crush, Lolita, Lolita, Fear, Play Misty For Me
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Favorite Music:
One Way or Another, I Want You To Want Me, Time Is On My Side, Pictures of You, Private Eyes, Every Breath You Take, Walk Away (I Will Follow)
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Favorite TV Shows:
Reality Shows, National Geographic Explorer
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About Me:
Well I am a stalker, your stalker actually. Isn't that
great, everyone needs a stalker to make them feel loved and
wanted. If you would like to be my Friendster and have me
as your stalker just email me at
thewallshaveeyes@hotmail.com and if you enjoy my work write
a testimonial!
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Who I Want to Meet:
You. And people with ideas to help me hone my craft,i.e.
other media for inspiration (books, movies, tv),
techniques, etc.
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getting one a day was fine, but 20? i
thought it was cool how you dripped
blood on the envelopes at first, but
now it's just plain getting old...cut
it out!
night at Starbucks. Hell of a timing
you got. I'm quite convinced you were
the definitive nudge that pushed
Stacey's ass my way. I mean this girl
seemed half interested in me before you
jounced at me with crazy eyes and I
decked you with a left jab. After your
tour de force she was all about me.
All the yelling and adulations. I felt
like John Tesh at a Creed concert. Hey
but that shit with the pen through your
left boob was not cool. I know it
wasn't deep but that shit doesn't fly
with me. You're an erotomaniac not a
fucking psycho. Anyways props to you.
You handled it like a pro. Now I need
you to fuck off and stop taking
pictures outside my window, I'll rip
your head off if I'm startled by one
more flash from your camera.