Moose
Rowland Turner
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I'll teach you to turn away
Male
40 years old
Chertsey, London and South East
United Kingdom
Last Login: 9/24/2009
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Mood:
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Moose's Interests
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| General | West Ham United FC
| | Music | I like all sorts of ska, oi!, rockabilly, psychobilly, punk, metal and various other stuff inc. Bad Manners, Cockney Rejects, Danzig, Isis, Cock Sparrer, Dropkick Murphys, Pelican, Voivod, Jesu, GWAR, Bolt Thrower, Ian Dury, David Sylvian, Dexy's Midnight Runners, Half Man Half Biscuit, Mojo Nixon, Pig Destroyer, The Tiger Lillies, Bulldog Breed, Rollins Band, and all sorts of other wank. | | Movies | Apocalypse Now, Buffalo 66, Pulp Fiction. | | Television | Television is shit. | | Books | Too many to mention. | | Heroes | Paolo di Canio, Bobby Moore, Buster Bloodvessel, Eddie Shit.
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Moose's Details
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| Status: | Single | | Here for: | Networking, Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends | | Orientation: | Straight | | Hometown: | Chertsey | | Ethnicity: | White / Caucasian | | Religion: | Agnostic | | Zodiac Sign: | Gemini | | Smoke / Drink: | Yes / Yes | | Children: | Someday | | Education: | College graduate | | Occupation: | Elvis Impersonator |
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Moose can more often be found on Facebook these days Posted at 10:30 AM Jan 24
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About me:
All star-crossed and starry eyed innocence pulled away by maturity's tide, loneliness as the void into which all this warped obsession is cast. Shyness as the dam denying the river its ultimate purpose. Deafened by all the silent laughter under the whispered promises which rusted down to jagged lies anyway. Stab me again, my sweet little murderer.
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Who I'd like to meet:
With better eyes I could have seen the disgust on your face when I spoke your name, and with better ears I could have heard the disgust in your voice when you spoke mine. With better hands I could have felt your skin crawl when my fingers touched down upon your neck, and with a better nose I could have smelled the vomit churning in your stomach when you touched me out of pity. And perhaps with a better voice my words might have done more than flatter; and yet even with all these things I know it would have happened the same way, because even now I still wish I could do it all over again.
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