age: 30 (Nov 16, 1981)
MEMBER SINCE: June 2003
occupation: Drunk, writer, security gaurd
body mods: All the tattoos you don't have.
sign: scorpio
crush: Women.
i lost my virginity: Yes.
gets me hot: Class.
fantasy: To lay still for three years...to just disappear some day and hit the road, not to come back for years.
stats: 444
into: Drinking, ignoring you, walking away from people, not smiling during lapdances, fighting, loving, things in general you don't care for.
BLOGS
Last night I pulled a small doll out of my throat and it had me wondering...what's going on here. It was a ragady thing with a proper red skirt and pigtails, a very normal looking doll, but it's eyes had been replaced with smooth onyx disks that flashed in irregular patterns when held to light. I immediatly realised there was no immediate chance in deciphering the patterns of lights, though there was an indesputable sequence, so I pulled up a chair and made two vodka tonics. She drank hers like a lady possesing class and I as well. After the drinks she spoke a few words then, thanking me, got up and abruptly left the house, locking the door behind her. I didn't even have to remind her. And me, I poured another drink to sooth the tear in my throat. When I laughed the flaps purred in the acrid night, always unanswered.
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