me in a over hyped series based off the film adaptation of myself
Books
the novelization of myself.
Heroes
Psychology turns me on as seen below. Do you see what I see?
A hershey vagina lake flower?
This is my brother. He is my hero. I fucking love the shit out of this kid. He lives in L.A. and makes movies!! Check out his website. I support my sibling!
http://www.twosooners.com
"I’m slipping, I’m slipping away like sand, like sand slipping through fingers. All my cells are open and all are thirsty, I ache and swell in a hundred places, but mostly in the middle of my heart.”- Ranier Maria Rilke
Meganomitronic's Details
Status:
Single
Here for:
Networking, Friends
Hometown:
Tulsa Oklahoma
Body type:
5' 8"
Ethnicity:
White / Caucasian
Religion:
Agnostic
Zodiac Sign:
Leo
Smoke / Drink:
Yes / Yes
Children:
I don't want kids
Education:
College graduate
Occupation:
Dinosaur
Income:
$250,000 and Higher
Meganomitronic's Schools
University Of Tulsa
Tulsa, OK
Graduated: N/A
Student status: Alumni
Major: Psychology
Minor: Communications
Clubs: not one fucking thing.
2006 to 2008
Cottey College
Nevada, MISSOURI
Graduated: 2006
Student status: Alumni
Major: Social Work
Clubs: EVERYTHING MOTHER BITCHES
2004 to Present
Jenks Hs
Jenks, OKLAHOMA
Graduated: 2004
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
2000 to 2004
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About me: Some people call me Megan, some people call me Dugan and some people call me mommy--and those people I am not legally allowed to contact.
Oh, and I am a Leo.
want to see some cool pictures of me and my friends and adventures?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/maximumfunkage/
dear meg you have the internet now a couple cats and some new vinyl records are your cats your bunk buddies i wonder if i have to work friday? your number one friend huling w. a.
we have been thinking about writing journals my friend danheen and I he had one hell of a day the other day I'm going to write one for him.
Dear Journal, woke up with an ear infection got drunk and puked all over my friends TV Went to pass out at another friends and got fleas
If you move to norman I have heard of an all you can eat chilidog place there called top dog my friends holds a record there with like thirty anyway i've always wanted to go and see how I'd fair I like myspace better now that most of the sheep have moved on to facebook and twitter i'm still here have just been busy with activities
According to Dante, the prisoners were slowly starved to death and before dying Ugolino's children begged him to eat their bodies.
“ 'Father our pain', they said, 'Will lessen if you eat us you are the one Who clothed us with this wretched flesh: we plead For you to be the one who strips it away'. (Canto XXXIII, ln. 56–59) ” “ … And I, Already going blind, groped over my brood Calling to them, though I had watched them die, For two long days. And then the hunger had more Power than even sorrow over me (Canto XXXIII, ln. 70-73)[3] ”
Ugolino's statement that hunger proved stronger than grief, has been interpreted in two ways, either that Ugolino devoured his offspring's corpses after being driven mad with hunger, or that starvation killed him after he had failed to die of grief. The first and more ghastly of these interpretations has proved the more popular and resonant. For this reason Ugolino is known as the "Cannibal Count" and is often depicted gnawing at his own fingers ("eating of his own flesh") in consternation, as in the sculpture The Gates of Hell by Auguste Rodin, in Ugolino and his Sons by Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux and in other artwork, though this may also simply refer to Ugolino's own statement in the poem that he gnawed his fingers in grief.
She was living west of the Ochelata cemetary at the turn of the century with her folks in a two room log cabin with a yard full of daffodils when she met my great grandpa his parents had her over for supper her mother didn't have a stove and cooked by the fireplace mostly boiled food from a black kettle she was worried about the fried root and only took a little for fear she wouldn't like it a couple of weeks later before the marriage she confided in my great grandpa that she didn't know how to fry anything he told her not to worry after the wedding he sold two good wagon horses to an osage for 35 dollars apiece went to bartlesville and came back with a cook stove and fried potatoes became as familiar as her old family's boiled spuds but as she put it translated "much more tastier"
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