"Oh this girl definitely needs to go pink, we need more hot redheads!"

"This girl is pretty awsome.Her photos do not do her justice.Hella fun to be around."

"Ok, I may be a little on the slow side, but with your help, I'll catch-up to the rest of the class..."

"Words fail to adequately describe this amazing beauty."

"It's exciting to see someone on the verge of fulfilling their total potential in life...this is where darling Margate is right now. She's about to come at you and blow your mind. Watch out!!!!

She's also totally hot and makes great mix CDs. I like her. "

"It amazes me that I haven't done one of these - what is wrong with me?? Anyway, there is much I admire about this girl, her honesty and candor, her toughness in the face of adversity and disappointment, her caring for others. She is so hot she melts my monitor screen, but much more than that, she's just... fab!"

"A fun girl who likes to bust loose every now and then, plus has an affection for T.S. Eliot. Can't go wrong with that!"

"Hello pretty lady. I freaking love your Tarot Art!"

"Margate's physical beauty is surpassed only by her beauty of spirit. She is one of the sweetest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing."

"You Are A Cutie "

"Amazing eyes!
And lips!!"

"the ultimate vixen."

"A very sweet girl who is drop dead sexy in a French maid costume!"

"What a hottie and a half"

""Go," said the enchantress, "and see ye the one known as Clint. But be warned, his medicine is potent; few have entered his cave, and even less have returned. So take with you this talisman."

She plucked it from her ample chest and thrust into his sweaty palm a tiny upright Mexican bean. He pocketed it and crawled across the mountains for twenty eight days. When his labours were finished he fumbled for the bean but could find it no more. He crawled back another twenty seven and a
half days to where he'd come from and saw the enchantress standing bemused by a series of petrol pumps.

"You forgot the bean, didn't you," said the enchantress.

But he was unable to speak, his tongue swollen and parched with his labours over the crucifying desert had grown so pulpy in his mouth it was as if he had two sausages and a severe dental case and couldn't speak at all.

"Seek ye the one known as Clint, but be warned; few have entered his cave, and even fewer returned. Take you this talisman, one small Mexican bean, and remember. Go."

For twenty eight days he crossed the desert. His eyes glistening with the parched waters of love, his mouth snarling for the occasional plant and jack rabbit that danced into the uterine thing of his part. Nobody could
stop him now.

"See ye the one known as… Leo? Jeff? Dennis?"

For twenty seven days he crawled back across the desert. His tongue so swollen with pain he could barely lick the occasional spike from the cactus to bring deeply needed nutrition from way below the ground. Eventually he crawled over the ridge, and there standing on the petrol pumps was the enchantress.

"Forgot his name didn't you?"

He was unable to speak.

"Go, seek ye the one known as Clint, but remember few have entered his cave and even fewer returned. Take you this, take you this… prawn… onion… bicycle cap..."

Now they were really stuck.

-R.H."