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    <content type="html">for full information and main working site, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/yummyfake"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;brief bio:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i have the gritty mindset of a cult film killer but the body of a waif pixie. i like dust devils and rain on sunny days. i keep my eyes narrow but my views wide. i like skinny model boys with big hands and jutting hipbones and stifling killer attitudes. i like my violinist girls small and delicate and easy to break. i want a galatea of my very own to sculpt and adore. i am nothing original, just a recollection of everything and everyone i know. i like the taste of mint gum and energy drinks in kisses. i pull the hanged man in every tarot reading. the only thing big on my body are my feet and therefore i hate buying shoes. i like thrift shops and fake brand name goods and music with senseless lyrics. i love lotus flowers and casablanca lilies. once upon a time, someone taught me to whisper 'daisuki da yo'. my goal in life is to visit the friends i have never seen in new york, nebraska, and liverpool. i aim to make them regret ever leaving me and stylize a new brand of trophy wife. i will be the perfect yamato nadesico, marry the next adolf hitler and later become ridiculously corrupt with power. &lt;strike&gt;but first i'd like to kiss a few girls.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write itasaku fanfiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v344/elementalspirit125/privatebehavior.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3783140/1/Private_Behavior"&gt;ff.net link&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://animespiral.com/viewstory.php?sid=190100"&gt;animespiral link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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