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Name: Andrea
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 2/15/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: t. Grey. Black. Internet. Watching. Listening. Metacognition. ZIM. Music. Tights. Names. Socks. Plastics. Math. Pustolio/Pustolio. Lime green. Violet Brown soy milk. Cubes. Observing the black humans. Legs. Lines. My clavicles. Playing my clavicles. Clavicles. Watching mexican people dance. Producing art; looking at art; art(E). Perhaps just watching people in general. Sippy Cup(s) Gloria Eliphalet. My buddies. Eating. Words. Learning. BEE Gloves; warm stuff. Gatos. Asian movies. Cheap books. The aroma of nail polish. Short stories. Odd things. Evil. Words. Stripes(-N-shit). Laughing. (Lyke dis) .citsalP. Resting my eyes. COME. Being inside a car; moving or not. Perfer it moving, though. Though. P.M. And STUFF.
Expertise: Other
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  andethel
Yahoo:  cunnilingus_langosta
ICQ:  gorilla_eatingPIPIS
Yahoo:  withal_and
Jabber: jabber
Member Since:
11/14/2004
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|  I will not be posting novelty ants anymore. Not ever. Delete or not. That is where I am...........df/vlk,... stuck in the moment.
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee | | |
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I pictured all i knew, you...the lot of you..All blasted by my head with a bullet. All specially with hearts, aslew and flurry shiver.
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| This blog thing, has come to be too, too, weird. For me that is. I don't know why. explain explaijxexplain explainexplaineaexplainexplaiejeaeaoeijfd I FUCKNG can't explain.
so like, yes, maybe this is a goodbye but then idk U SEEE>!!??!?
well youll find out soon, and so will i. bai for now. | | |
| I'd be most non-daisy-droned-like, if school would end, now. Not sure exactly how much there is left. Serious critic condition, this thing I can not say nor explain precisely. I just wouldn't say, blah. I'm patient, and cold.
Now,
I actually like attending Mass. But still I remain, religionless or the beliefe in the Catholic religion - dead. I will see if I actually get pushed off my hard wall and sterile by a current of light from these such silly, moronic stories. Stories.
I want to believe in "it".
Night.
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