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drevon03
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Name: Jim
Birthday: 12/27/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: I think I covered this already, but here it goes: Gay Stuff, Politics (esp. the gay stuff), Movies, RENT, Art, Literature, shopping(when I have money), music--Keane, Franz Ferdinand,Rufus Wainwright, the Killers, the Postal Service, Scissor Sisters, the Hives--my favs at the moment. . . and of course, drinking and orgies.
Expertise: Painting, drawing, writing, sleeping through classes
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  drevon03
MSN: drevon03@yahoo.com
Yahoo:  drevon03
Member Since:
10/25/2004
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| I ask of no one a chance for bliss
And find nothing in my daily pass
Sad news at home in family ties
Mourning times are coming
When I was awake today
Saw nothing more than tears and time
Get where we are by day to day
Mourning times are coming
Listen to me, does it matter
Opinions nothing worth your time
Listen, answer, promise promise
Mourning times are coming
In evening life we see ourselves
Meanings sought from life and times
We work together for selfish reasons
Mourning times are coming
Our times gone to a trespassed love
One another just a phrase
In our eyes, no one other
Mourning times are coming
I look at you, eye to eye
Try to see where we could see together
Her we are at times of choice
And mourning times are coming
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| I miss my friends from Kennett. I haven't seen them in so long.
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| Last night, one of the greatest moments in my life happened. Let me set the scene.
Club, lights moving around us, great mix of oldies, eye-makeup and glitter, then out of nowhere, Madonna's Like a Prayer begins to play.
Alisa had borrowed my black and red wig, and when the music played, i jump and screamed like a girl, and asked her if I could wear it for the song. I pulled the wig onto my head and began to dance. This, however, was not good enough. I left my group of friends and began to climb a staircase and stopped on a platform that overlooked the entire dancefloor. I began to wave my arms across over the crowd, directing them to the music. All of a sudden there was a bright light as a spotlight shown in my face. All eyes were on me. People cheared as this boy in a wig and eye-makeup led them til the end of the song. It truly was one of the best moments of my life.
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| Kennett was hit by some supernatural storm and we had to evactuate, but instead of leaving in a car, for some reason we road on an enchanted table that I had brought to life.
Jesus Christ---What was I on?
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