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"sad, but its a warm sad, a comforting one, hibernating under a coat of snow. singing dancing laughing claping my hands and..."
More about Nick carver
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Schools (Other):
of hard nox - can i say that? is it funny?
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Occupation:
i grasp what was once alive,what will soon be dead
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Affiliations:
s. down low, http://profile.myspace.com/users/4166151
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Hobbies and Interests:
whatever park i can walk to, fasting, bingeing, the few people i know, those mysterious people i dont, the fruits of my seed, birds
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Favorite Books:
anything without irony
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Favorite Movies:
old channel five matinees
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Favorite Music:
music from bowie's space
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Favorite TV Shows:
jeopardy
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About Me:
sad, but its a warm sad, a comforting one, hibernating under a coat of snow. singing dancing laughing claping my hands and stomping my feet in my red red room
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Who I Want to Meet:
this one goes out to the ones i love. you know - the ones ive left behind
and anyone with less than fifty friendster friends
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w/ cold hands and a warm heart.
leftover eyeliner and glitter blue eyes.
i think he swallowed a stone on a rope,
i wouldnt mind reaching down his throat.
still learning about this one.
book.
salvation!
still nice to me. He's just that kind of guy. A
hypocrite. But a funny, charming hypocrite. Who
dances good, and takes off his shirt for strange
women who tell him to in bars. SNICKERDOODLE!
the night in my book. And my book is
pretty damn big.
away with wearing fuzzy shirts. that
makes him pretty alright in my book....
oh, and i think he has a crush on my
boyfriend.
unspoken word that the david bowie
songs are yours, then it is safe to say
you are a bad ass motherfucking servant
of god... and nicholas, he is just such
a person.
a black boa of beauty
he twist he turns, the cameras flash
hes the next top model.
He has stolen romance with the slight of
hand. He has swallowed all that is and
was and i dream to be with his smell. My
will has been bought! He may stiffle my
soul with a word, if only he would
bother.