user since
Tue Jan 30 2001 at 22:28:34 (14.7 years ago )
last seen
Tue Jun 12 2007 at 13:26:41 (8.3 years ago )
level / experience
0 (Initiate) / -35221
mission drive within everything
keep your bliss to yourself, fucker
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corpse puts the corp in incorporeal.

i have trombones for limbs. an anaphylactic tongue. mildew where i fold. a dixie cup heart.
uncomfortable with my own shout. my head is a bowed bicycle wheel that cannot be trued. she's
got zelda fitzgerald mercury in her veins. a voice of gunshot clarity. her countenance is
worthy of Manet, indicative of secret government jet testing mettle. and circus knife-throwing.