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Name: Mike
Country: Afghanistan
Birthday: 11/22/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: I love to write, ride my bike, watch movies, act, tickle midgets off of trees, disect fetusus, and eat.
Expertise: I am an expert psychiatric analyst for Afghani midgets whom have had mental anguish from US militant abuse. I also act, write, and direct my own films, as well as produce some Porno.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  sextronicus5
Member Since:
8/26/2003
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| MIRA PINCHES WHITE COCK SUCKING SONS OF BITCHES YOUR RACE
AIN'T SHIT NO MORE! LOS MEXICANOS y CHICANOS TOOK OVER!
YOU MIGHT TALK A THAT WHITE PEOPLE BULLSHIT OVER THE
COMPUTER BUT TO OUR FACE YOU'LL PROBABLY SHIT YOUR HILLBILLY
PANTS YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT!OH AND THE MEXICANS ARE NOT
THE ONES GETTING PICK ON. THEY ARE TO BUSY RUNNING THE STREETS
FUCKING WHITE BITCHES ! CAUSE THE WHITE HOES ARE SOME MAJOR HOES THEY
GIVE IT UP EASY! WHITE PEOPLE KILLA!
EL CHOLO 
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| "Vincent" my student film is finished after two months of work. I
directed it and edited it. You may not love it, but I love it. When I
write my own movie and direct it it'll be your favourite. For now, I
have a story montage about loneliness and despair told by elegant music
and catchy cuts.
I'm not abstract. This film is. Deal with it.
Anyone interested may ask me to see it. I will deliver.
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| i still recall the taste of your tears.
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears.
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore.
scraping through my head 'till i don't want to sleep anymore.
[Chorus:]
come on tell me.
you'll make this all go away.
you'll make this all go away.
i'm down to just one thing.
and i'm starting to scare myself.
you'll make this all go away.
you'll you make this all go way.
i just want something.
i just want something i can never have
you always were the one to show me how
back then i couldn't do the things that i can do now.
this is slowly take me apart.
grey would be the color if i had a heart.
you'll make this all go away.
you'll make this all go away.
i'm down to just one thing.
and i'm starting to scare myself.
you'll make this all go away.
you'll you make this all go way.
i just want something.
i just want something i can never have
in this place it seems like such a same.
though it all looks different now,
i know it's still the same
everywhere i look you're all i see.
just a fading fucking reminder of who i used to be.
[Chorus]
i just want something.
i just want something i can never have
i just want something i can never have
think i know what you meant.
that night on my bed.
still picking at this scab
i wish you were dead.
you sweet and perry ellis.
just stains on my sheets. | | |
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