Member: Arbre

Arbre Im an impersonator in a mimickers world.

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Member: Arbre

age: 30 (Nov 15, 1981)

MEMBER SINCE: May 2011

occupation: Duck by day, octopus by night.

sign: Scorpio - means I'm stubborn, a leader, do what I say and sa

body mods: 1 back tattoo

i lost my virginity: When my mind was still young.

most humbling moment: Being told that my tumor was my twin.

stats: 5'10", athletic, dirty blonde, different colored eyes - blue and green, defined chin,

into: Art, Tea, Sushi, getting warm after being cold, watching the sunset, watching the sunrise, learning, studying, people watching, writing short stories, my cat, classical music whilst reading a novella, dreaming, daydreaming, whispering sweet nothings, Mediterranean food, sweet wine, poetry, short stories, screaming at the top of my lungs, charity, wandering aimlessly, women, meditating, yoga, honey, veggies, creme brulee, chapstick, candle wax, fierce sex, creating bonds

makes me sad: Selfish/greedy bastards, poor/starving children, abused animals, polluted Earth, trees being cut down

heroes: My father - he truly did bring me back from the dead when I was a toddler and he has beaten cancer twice.

makes me happy: Babies laughing, getting a hug from someone I've missed, laughing with my friends, being greeted by happy dogs, first kiss and every kiss before the last one, making others laugh, acting, eating well, baking, sifting through treasured memories

gets me hot: Tattoos, piercings, redheads, brunettes, biting, scratching,

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JANUARY 18, 2012 @ 12:01 PM | NO COMMENTS


The festering dune of lies that you beseeched upon me has twisted my innards into a faded contentment for life. I can see no ending that reaps justice from your pale existence. Toxic company insists. Upon dreams are twisted nightmares that fight for a presence akin to the past yet reality seeps through. Your travesties are rooted deeply in the flesh and drain organs of their processes. The King has failed to the company of a mere Pawn planted deep within. Disgrace in my own eyes at my reflection coiled and struck the beating temperament of my own thoughts. My Soul seeks peace in familiar territory yet finds only filaments of hope and an ebbing flow of distraught and wandering ideas. Inside new skin I find temporary relief from the eons of trifles and pain. What smell there was so sweet before, is now a tempest of sweat, remorse, and more.
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