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Name: Rional Location: Indiana, United States Birthday: 5/17/1986 Gender: Male
Interests: Growing my pubic hair
Expertise: Shaving my pubic hair
Occupation: Retired Industry: Other
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Member Since:
1/13/2004
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| ~the oscar situation~ the tree the tree the tree the oscar situation the oscar situation situated me on the tree ...hahahaha
-RYAN- | | |
| ~`People holding hands will one day hold people who will think hands are for something other than holding` or, `my silly finger poem`~ Sixteen billion hands in this world, why aren't my fingers breached? Millions of grains of sand in this world, why such a lonely beach? A hand for each hand was planned for this world, why don't my fingers reach? fi ng e rs F in ge r s...must I settle for ten?
~`her kiss-stick`~ her lipstick armour kisses my raw her lipstick impression lasts forever on my imagination her lipstick colour is a clash bang baby her lipstick sticks, stays, licks, betrays her lipstick lips say something like love her lipstick lust leaves rings her lipstick costs more than i save her lipstick plays hide-and-go-seek all over town her lipstick smiles hides my truth, and i hate her mouth her lipstick is gone. i took it. i try it on now. i hate myself now. i hate her lipstick...
~SiCKo-BLaM-o~ Load your lungs and get ready to sigh. Four thousand drugs to make you high. See me see you don't look so shy. Behind these clothes I'm one helluva-guy. I'm sicko-blam-o baby, spread that smile. Open your mouth and close your mind. Forget your eyes, they're brighter blind. Undress your hips in skin sex grind. Allow me to enter and steal what I find. I'm sicko-blam-o baby, spread that smile. When I'm coming I'm leaving. Don't you say that I'm decieving. This is your fault for breathing. Why the fuck aren't you bleeding?! I'm sicko-blam-o baby, spread that smile.
II.[after thoughts on writing `sicko-blam-o`] 1.) "The Protection Erection" 2.) Love is 36 minutes long a.) sometimes longer b.) sometimes shorter 3.) Everyone writes things they are not proud of... 4.) This is not an anti-sex poem, not at all. 5.) sex, rex, dex, lexx, chex, fex, pex, tex, quex... 3-continued.) ...everyone writes things they are not proud of.
~The Sound Of One Lip Kissing~ Exagerated lips often split leaving one lip wondering where his brother went...
~Silvia Idea #2~ My body is a tool that I use to feel pain.
~Silvia Idea #1 (for "silvia idea #1" please send me your home address and I will mail you a copy.)
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| ~the worst day of my life salad~ i never told my parents the day the devil threw-up on me
it was the worst day of my life
~the best day of my life salad~ i saw a golden smile behind ruby lips on an emerold face covering a saphire skeleton from a diamond heart, cold, hard, beautiful.
it was the best day of my life | | |
| ~madonna skin cream for success & eyeball valentine's~ i think ipu23rplec5u6nt78dieyay69co4o2l1se1x i you i us, I me again, i you i will am are, i you i feel you and are you i love i i love i i sexy with you are sexy with me i think [i + you = me^2] i purple cunt fun die yay cool sex i ball you, i ball you, i ball you, i ball you, i ball you, i-ball-u | | |
| ~ugly man with head~ if it feels comfortable you will see it for what it is looks matter through interaction ugly people are only skin deep
~(y){ea}[st]~ The yeast rises in the east oh boy, oh boy The yeast rises in the east go boy, slow boy, row boy, you'll never make it out of Florida alive... oh boy--the yeast rises in the east--oh boy. | | |
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