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Vlashneer (The random button, you never know what you'll get.)

Member #9764 created: 2009-07-15 16:53:32Simple URL: http://fake.swedma.com/vlashneer   

Name: Nathan Hensley

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Titles
Drunk-assAdventurer

Looking for
Female18-30 yearsMistress
hypersexed

Civil status: single

Sexual preference: opposite sex

Sexual perversions
watching squirts

Body shape: plump

Height: 168

Age: 34Year of birth: 1985Month of birth: 10Day of birth: 2

Description:
I've finally decided to return. Although I know I probably won't be all that active seeing as I'm not much of a user of the internet anymore. But who knows, maybe I'll surprise myself and become more active again.

So let's just start with a small little bit about me. The name is Nathan, I know it seems a bit odd to use an alias and then to give you my real name, but it gives people options on what to call me.

I fancy myself a bit of a poet, although it's been a great deal of time since I've really written anything. Inspiration is a funny thing, and I don't feel so inspired lately. Maybe one day I'll get the bug and write some more. If you're interested in some of my stuff let me know and I can send you a link. I'm really just to lazy to copy paste across a couple of websites.

There's not to much to me, I'm a pretty simple person that tries to live an easy life. Not much bothers me, and even when something does, I try not to let it get to me to much. But there are things that will still cause me much grief and I will react, although there's few that I think would actually want to anger me. Not that I'm trying to say I'm going to hunt them down and do things to them, that would be an empty threat over the internet. But I will do what I can, be it either verbally spamming you til you block me, or simply just blocking and ignoring you. I want to live a happy life, and I'm not about to let some dickweed ruin that for me.

For now, let's end it here. There's not to much about me to really understand, but if there is something you think I've forgotten that you're curious about, feel free to ask me, I'm an open enough person to tell you whatever you'd like to know.

One thing, one dream, one love, I will protect these no matter what.




"O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider’s web,
The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,
Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash of film;
Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or an old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court’sies straight,
O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O’er ladies ‘ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail
Tickling a parson’s nose as a’ lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plaits the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she—"



— Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet, Act I, scene IV



A poem I wrote, I don't have a title for it yet.


In my hands I held a bright glowing light,
And from it came a warmth that guided my life.
I pulled it close into my chest,
And from there it warmed me deep past my breast.
It penetrated down to my sould,
And all the tighter of it I began to hold.
I smiled as I looked at the light,
For happiness it brought to my life.
And I saw that I wasn't the only one,
Who held onto a personal sun.
And when with my friends the light would grow,
And the greater it would warm my soul.

Then one day I felt a small spot of cold,
But the cause of it I did not know.
As I turned the light in my hands,
I saw a fissure from a dark cold land.
The fissure began to spread and break,
And I cride as I watched the horrid fate.
I held the pieces tight in my hands,
But it seems the darkness had other plans.

So continue I did with traveling through life,
Trying to nurture the fading light.
But alone it seemed that I would fail,
And without the ligh I would not feel well.
At times when I was near my friends,
The light would seem to start to mend.
But when they were joined with what I missed,
They're lights only spread the dark abyss.

I searched and searched so far and wide,
To try and dispel the new darkness inside.
But no matter where I came and wnt,
The darkness spread ever yet.
And when I'd given up on hope,
I was one last chance to fix what broke.

And there you are with sparkling eyes,
Your own light's shimmer beckoning mine.
And then my light began to mend,
And my journey finally at it's end.



Ohne Dich by Rammstein

Ich werde in die Tannen gehen
I'm going to go into the fir trees

Dahin wo ich sie zuletzt gesehen
There where I last saw her

Doch der Abend wirft ein Tuch aufs Land
But the evening is throwing a cloth upon the land

und auf die Wege hinterm Waldesrand
and upon the ways behind the edge of the forest

Und der Wald er steht so schwarz und leer
And the forest it is so black and empty

Weh mir, oh weh
Woe is me, oh woe

Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr
And the birds sing no more


Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein
Without you I cannot be

Ohne dich
Without you

Mit dir bin ich auch allein
With you I am alone too

Ohne dich
Without you

Ohne dich zähl ich die Stunden ohne dich
Without you I count the hours without you

Mit dir stehen die Sekunden
With you the seconds stand still

Lohnen nicht
They aren't worth it


Auf den Ästen in den Gräben
On the branches in the ditches

ist es nun still und ohne Leben
it's now silent and without life

Und das Atmen fällt mir ach so schwer
And breathing becomes oh so hard for me

Weh mir, oh weh
Woe is me, oh woe

Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr
And the birds sing no more


Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein
Without you I cannot be

Ohne dich
Without you

Mit dir bin ich auch allein
With you I am alone too

Ohne dich
Without you

Ohne dich zähl ich die Stunden ohne dich
Without you I count the hours without you

Mit dir stehen die Sekunden
With you the seconds stand still

Lohnen nicht ohne dich
They aren't worth it without you

Gender: male

Place of living: USA-Colorado

Exact place of living: Colorado Springs

Known languages
English

General Interests
alcoholanimalsbooks
gamescookingpoetry
pornplain role playingsmoking


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