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22yearsold/4 years of schooling to for Elementary Art Education @ Shepherd Uni, WV/ I work/live in Frederick, MD/ I paint my brains out OFTEN/artist advocate/up with caffeine and down with a shot/tattoo tattoo tattoo)/0g septum/ <3bike/<3MOTA/
warriors
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pretty knees
Lil Miss Strange
jay-z
wonderwoman
lovely
abducted
Allii
.. Haas and I
transformations
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Purple: five eyed fox
hello my corndog gal
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in portland
2010/03/17 21:47 Watching a bimbo karryokhe in a bar called hawthorne. I love the pacific norfwe$t
2010/02/19 21:46 Interdimensional travel is incredible. The MerKaBa ties in the theme of my torso piece and will help me through fixations between Then and Now. This is now. Then is now. Future is now. Time will begin and end with the spin of a wheel, or vessel- The MerKaBa.
2010/02/13 22:32 That band sucks. That other band after that band, they succked too. This band sucks. And the next band sucks. All the bands suck. Why did I cum? Why is the entire state covered in snow? Why is more snow coming? Where were the spidas? Why am I talking to Meghan? What is it about that purple drank? Why am I sick? Who keeps touching my fucking hair? Why does my hand keep cramping up? Why is there carpet on the wall? So many mirrors...why can't I stop thinking about brunch? Snowmageddon? Will e ever live to see aanother long hot sticky summer night of bike riding dowwn market street whippin between slow cars buzzin through red lights? You are like a poet... but the problem is I'm such a poet I can answer all those questions in one word. So he says. The poet the prophet. to get her
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