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becca; the flightless little bird

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  • becca; the flightless little bird

  • 22 / Female
  • Melbourne, Victoria, AU
  • Last Login: 12/21/2009

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About me:

You have entered the slums of the Myspace world, if you've ended up on my page. Welcome, pull up a milk crate and I'll find us a not quite so dark corner of this junkie-infested alleyway...

As Mark Twain once said; "What do we call love, hate, charity, revenge, humanity, forgiveness?
Different results of the master impulse, the necessity of securing one's self-approval."

Who I'd like to meet:

Oscar Wilde. Bob Dylan. Plato. Buddha. Fidel Castro. Gandhi. Jackson Pollock.

And YOU. I WANT YOU! Yes, you will do. (sorry if my oversized blow up finger keeps jabbing you, it tends to have a quite disturbing mind of its own.)

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Details

  • Status: Single
  • Hometown: Abbotsford
  • Orientation: Straight
  • Body type: 5' 5" / Average
  • Ethnicity: White / Caucasian
  • Religion: Atheist
  • Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
  • Children: Someday
  • Smoke / Drink: No / Yes
  • Education: Some college
  • Occupation: Coffee Shop Assistant
  • Income: Less than $30,000

Interests

  • General

    I like
    Talking to strangers. Cherry ripe. St kilda beach. Moshpits, raves and metalheads. Coburg drive in. Banana smoothies. The chumscrubber. My fuckwit mates. Luke's datsun 120y. Sleeping a lot. Any place that has beer. Making daisy chains on a lazy sunday afternoon. Camping. Essendon Bombers. Vanilla ice cream. Cute blondes. Walking in the pouring rain without an umbrella. Punk/indie/alt/rock music. Casi & her words. Documentaries. Nikki Sixx. Beanbags. My nana because she always knew how to inspire. Writing & drawing. Captain planet. Going fucking psych. Lifesavers. Apple pop-tarts. Tom & Jerry cartoons back when they really were cool.

  • Music

    Anything that is indeed, mosh-worthy or that I can go fucken bananas over in front of my bedroom mirror without anyone's laughing eyes judging me.

  • Movies

    Something with lots of blood and gore in it that puts emphasis on blowing up shit and will leave all of my senses in a mind-numbingly good mood.

  • Television

    Everything that can be like a bed time story that will eventually put me to sleep ...as long as it isn't unadulterated fiction and can assist in the escape of every day reality.

  • Books

    I like those little golden books you used to be able to buy at the supermarket... Ever since they stopped selling them I have refused to read. besides, it suits my image to act as if I have the brain capacity of a two year old child. Hey, it seems to work for Paris Hilton...

  • Heroes

    "I'll give you my blood if you want. But it works both ways - I want some fucking blood too... This isn't easy for us, so why the fuck should it be easy for you?"
    - Frank Carter, Gallows.

    Lifesavers... they come in pretty sweet, deliciously edible colours and you get a 'whole lot more out of life' when you suck on them, or so I've been told by the evil within.

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