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My head is a mess. My body is restless. All I seek is violent creation. I want to play music all night and day. I want my lover in my arms. I can’t think. I sure as hell can’t act rationally. I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. I want to taste you. I want to kiss you for a full minute. I wanna leave you flushed, sweaty and pulsing. I want to laze in the forest. I wanna get drunk and play games with friends. I want to strip your clothes off and make love to you. I want to be a living, acting, giving and dying thing that sings like a bird on the wing.
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| Member since | Feb 24, 2004, 19:29 |
| Last login | May 05, 2008, 23:47 |
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| Number of posts | 529 |
| Total ratings of his posts | 82% | 842 |
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