Harem of Angst
Nationality: Axis powers World War 2 flashback nightmare half-breed
Occupation: Like you care.
Speaks: Yes, I do. Have a problem with that?
Favorite Colors: Black and blue. Coincidentally, not unlike your bastard face will be after I'm done with it.
Favorite Things: Panthers, electronica, kendo, cyber-filth demon hunting.
Seeking: Unopinionated saccharine males to routinely enlighten about the cowardice patheticism of their ways. If you're reading this, you're already what I want: a dip-shitted no-brainer of nonliving scum who would rather pick a wife from a catalogue than attempt to confront the abandoned gallows of your heart. As T. S. Eliot once wrote, and yes I can read, " [You] are the hollow men, the stuffed men, leaning together, headpiece filled with straw. . . [Your] dried voices, when [you] whisper together, are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass, in [your] dry cellar. . ."
Have a nice life.
Still interested in how can you win my heart? Just surf on over to www.beastiality.com, where you belong. There you can vicariously frolic with your fellow loser perverts and jack off to women having sex with horses. That just might suit you better.