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cb892

22 Mexico City, Mexico Woman

Woman

I’m looking for

  • Everyone
  • Ages 21–29
  • Near me
  • For new friends

My Details

Last Online
Today – 9:30am
Orientation
Bisexual
Ethnicity
Other
Height
5′ 2″ (1.57m)
Body Type
Used up
Diet
Smokes
Drinks
Desperately
Drugs
Often
Religion
Sign
Education
Dropped out of space camp
Job
Rather not say
Income
Status
Single
Type
Offspring
Pets
Speaks
English (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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Hey, strangers. I like large dogs, ambitious tattoos, trees, and the sky. We should totally hang out.
What I’m doing with my life
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In 1869 the Brussels authorities thought they had found the famous gold of the International, about which the capitalists had been losing so much sleep. They seized a huge strongbox hidden in some dark corner. When they opened it, however, they found only coal. Little did they know that the pure gold of the International would always turn into coal if touched by enemy hands.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Henry James once hid behind a tree to avoid having to spend time with Ford Madox Ford.

Plutarch says that to force himself to study oratory, Demosthenes once shaved half his head so that he would be too embarrassed to leave his house.

I went on a very short pilgrimage to see a corpse flower in bloom once. It was sick as fuck.
The first things people usually notice about me
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Malingering; vagrancy; moral turpitude; seditious acts.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Moby Dick, Eraserhead, Mama Mia, Death Grips, onions.

"If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four." - John Cage
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Hands, yachting, Joan of Arc, balconies, bears, sweet kicks.

Do you ever wonder what ever happened to Valerie Solanas? Is it better as an unsolved mystery?
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Generations of schoolchildren have learned mnemonics that colour-code light, which have as much to do with physical reality as the signs of the zodiac.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Taking the police out for a nice spaghetti dinner and wooing them with wine and song. Later I gently kiss the police in the grass beneath the countless glittering stars. As the days turn into weeks and my answering machine fills up with their unreturned calls, the police grow increasingly confused and despondent, finally spiraling into an unplumbable well of self-doubt from which they never fully recover.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Isn't the style section of the New York Times amazing?

"Soon after moving into Liberace's gaudy Las Vegas mansion in 1977, Scott Thorson, then a teenage hunk in the foster care system, learned that the jewel-smitten showman could love just as extravagantly as he decorated."

I mean seriously. Lede for the ages, friends.
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