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IC Name: x_Pan_x Joined: 12 Dec 2003 Last visit: 15 days ago Sex/gender: Male Location: London/Essex, UK Age: 46

Daddy to the lovely baby girl @CurvyWench.

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I wanted a mission for my sins, and they gave me one.

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The rape of Persephone was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks.

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Immaturing nicely with age.

A man of his weird, in possession of a mind with hands of its own...

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Brian sang once...

You have eyes that lead me on and a body that shows me death. Your lips look like they were made for something else but they just suck my breath.

I want your pain to taste why you're ashamed. And I know you're not just what you say to me. And I'm not the only moment you're made of.

You're so sudden and sweet, all legs, knuckles, knees. Head's blown clean off, your mouth's paid off. Fuck me til we know it's unsafe, and we'll paint over the evidence.

I want you wanting me, I want what I see in your eyes. So give me something to be scared of, don't give me something to satisfy.

You're so sudden and sweet, all legs, knuckles, knees. Head's blown clean off, your mouth's paid off. Fuck me til we know it's unsafe, and we'll paint over the evidence.

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David sang once...

See these eyes so green, I can stare for a thousand years. Colder than the moon. It's been so long. And I've been putting out fire with gasoline.

Feel my blood enraged, it's just the fear of losing you. Don't you know my name? Well, you've been so long.

See these eyes so red, red like jungle burning bright, those who feel me near pull the blinds and change their minds. It's been so long.

Still this pulsing night. A plague I call a heartbeat. Just be still with me, You wouldn't believe what I've been through. You've been so long.

Well it's been so long, and I've been putting out fire with gasoline. Putting out fire with gasoline.

See these tears so blue? An ageless heart that can never mend. These tears can never dry. A judgement made, can never bend. See these eyes so green? I can stare for a thousand years... Just be still with me. You wouldn't believe what I've been through...

You've been so long. Well, it's been so long. And I've been putting out fire with gasoline. Putting out fire with gasoline...

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Brett sang once...

I know a girl she walks the asphalt world, she comes to me and I supply her with Ecstasy. Sometimes we ride in a taxi to the ends of the city, like big stars in the back seat like skeletons ever so pretty. I know a girl she walks the asphalt world.

But where does she go? And what does she do? And how does she feel when she's next to you? And who does she love in time-honoured fur? Is it me or her?

I know a girl she walks the asphalt world. She's got a friend, they share mascara, I pretend. Sometimes they fly from the covers to the winter of the river, for these silent stars of the cinema, it's in the blood stream, it's in the liver. I know a girl, she walks the arse felt world.

But where does she go? And what does she do? And how does she feel when she's next to you? And who does she love in time-honoured fur? Is it me or is it her?

With ice in her blood, and a Dove in her head, well how does she feel when she's in your bed? When you're there in her arms, and there in her legs, Well I'll be in her head.

Cos that's where I go. And that's what I do. And that's how it feels when the sex turns cruel. Yes both of us need her, this is the asphalt world.

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Michael sang once...

How did he come here? Who gave him the key? Slipped it in his hand so secretly.

And who put the colour, like lines on his face? Brought him here, to a pagan place?

Now who shot his arrow? How high did it fly? When he tipped it with poison, did he even know why?

What unseen hand brought him face to face to face to face with...

All this and more, in a pagan place?

Come into my parlour, sail in at my shore, drink my soul dry, there is always more... There is always more after now.

Fly on my carpet, look into my face, see the heart of man, in a pagan place.

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Polly sang once...

She'd burst. Dropped off. Picked the fruit. Realize, I'm naked, I'm naked too.

So cover my body. Dress it fine. Hide my linen and lace. Been sewing ever since, since time began.

More than the hills, more than the trees, more than the mountains, you, more than I can see, in front of me. More than the mountains, you.

So fruit flower myself inside out.

I'm happy and bleeding for you.

Fruit flower myself inside out.

I'm tired and I'm bleeding for you.

This fruit was bruised.

Dropped off and blue.

Out of season.

Happy I'm bleeding.

Long overdue.

Too early and it's late too.

Too early and it's late too.

Mind and body.

I wouldn't and I would not do.

Fruit flower myself inside out.

I'm happy and bleeding for you.

Fruit flower myself inside out.

I'm tired and I'm bleeding for you.

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Don't say I never give you anything... Wild Beasts - PLAYTHING

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Eye colour: Brown   Hair colour: Grey Black   Height: 5ft 6in   Weight: 16st 1lb   BMI: 36.0  

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