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I am a Deviously Deviant
COCK SUCKER
Female/United States
Why I Am Here
- To Go suck cock if you don't like it
- To stalk admins
- To herd llamas
Last Visit: 13 weeks ago
Becca
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I like to horseback ride, in fact, I believe its my life. Yesterday (May 14th, 2009)I was riding, and in the arena, I got in a trot. I wanted to know how it felt to canter (gallop or run) and so I tried to get the horse I was on, Brubeck, to go faster. I eventually got him into a canter, and I absolutely loved it. It was amazing. I went trail riding, and you wouldn't believe how peaceful it was. Though I couldn't touch anything except the horse and saddle (I'm highly allergic to poison oak and if I get it, I have to go to the hospital), I felt like there was nothing in the world that could annoy me, or even agitate me. I know I sound really stupid but many don't know that I like to ride. Its like my crack, or in Edward Cullen's case, my heroine. It's really relaxing in a way you can't believe. More relaxing then going to a spa and getting a message. When I'm on the back of that horse all my daily stress disappears. No more big tests, or worrying about grades. No more worrying about boys or the fact that I got my best friend with a guy that I really liked. (Yea, I really did get my best friend with the guy I liked for a while, but I prefer them to be happy and me miserable then for them to be miserable and me happy...) None of that matters when I'm on that horse. But I plan on progressing to get to be an expert rider, though none of the Jockeys guys. (What they do is cruel. They dress up their horses like dolls, leave them alone and they don't really care for them, and they breed them to where they have big chests and skinny legs so when they run sometimes their legs snap and the horse has to be put down..that gets me really mad.)
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If you're going to take pity on yourself, don't kill people in the first place. Don't avert your eyes away from death.Look forward. Look at the people you're killing in the face. And don't forget them. Don't Forget. They won't forget you either.
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If you're going to take pity on yourself, don't kill people in the first place. Don't avert your eyes away from death.Look forward. Look at the people you're killing in the face. And don't forget them. Don't Forget. They won't forget you either.
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If you're going to take pity on yourself, don't kill people in the first place. Don't avert your eyes away from death.Look forward. Look at the people you're killing in the face. And don't forget them. Don't Forget. They won't forget you either.
Kimblee
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If you're going to take pity on yourself, don't kill people in the first place. Don't avert your eyes away from death.Look forward. Look at the people you're killing in the face. And don't forget them. Don't Forget. They won't forget you either.
Kimblee
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