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A.V. Flox's favored(4446)bio: The true writer doesn't hide between the lines. She draws words with a sword and ink is her lifeblood.
With the omnipotent power of the Internet, the overwhelming sovereignty of science... we fear wonder and imagination will be dessicated.
Giggles. ME: darling, how is the weather over there? HE: nice enough to fuck you on the beach until you pass out from dehydration.
@ezrabutler, you WHORE! HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME MISS YOU! <3
The envelope accompanying the necklace is small. Inside, a note from @ezrabutler: "Another accoutrement to rip off in the heat of passion."
A kiss on the hand is quite continental, but @ezrabutler knows a woman just wants @TwittaBling: http://twitpic.com/1lvg0f
In defense of my dreams, I'll wage the greatest war this world has ever seen. I expect no less from you.
Girl on girl (absolutely unsafe, but beautiful): http://bit.ly/aAIWCA, via @jessicajanson
HE: ever wonder why money comes in sets of a hundred and time in sets of 60? ME: you should talk to @jessicajanson. Strippers get this.
HE: it's a million dollars per Tesla. ME: per testicle? HE: [sighs] no, the unit of measurement for magnetic fields. ME: oh, TESLA.
ME: this tastes like peanuts! HE: there are two funny things about that. http://twitpic.com/1lpdan
@thatdrew, you haven't lived until you meet your unicorn. Don't let it go. Life's counterfeit without that horn piercing your sky.
@craftyb, my mother always says that if you replace "opponent" with "lover," The Art of War is the only relationship book you need.
(It's true, quantum mechanics can if not totally justify, at least explain everything.)
Remember the human: exploring celebrity, sexuality and parasocial relationships online: http://bit.ly/a78ow3
My "self" collage is NSFW. But it involves flesh and physics, so it's worth being fired over: http://twitpic.com/1ldvjk
Perhaps it's that I don't want to exorcise you. Your arms can't hold me, but the memory of you cradles me.
My bed smells like us. It doesn't matter how many times I wash the sheets, your ghost is impossible to exorcise.
SHE: your father phoned, elated, asking what we're doing for Cinco de Mayo. ME: ...? SHE: I know, WTF? He's apparently Mexican now, darling.
In case you want to propose to me, this is my kind of ring: http://bit.ly/bL74un
