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Marital Status Not Single/Not Looking
Profession Flying Spaghetti Monster
Do you want children? Undecided/Open
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About Me
I am a well educated, sometimes cute (that means playfully sarcastic), physically fit male with big googly eyes, a chiseled jaw and a tendency to ramble about randomly concocted trivialities of no interest to anyone but yourself.
Eclectic eccentric discursively conversive know-it-alls with strikingly mesmorizing magnetic hotness, pencil thin figures and wiltingly hypnotic smiles, who evade established valley girl girlishisms (or loathe to punctuate a pause in thought with the word 'like') may contact me for tests of mental wave length compatibility in shooting the sheet.
When I have time to breathe, I appreciate (as an armchair connoisseur) the transporting influences beer, canonical literature, film and heart-rending music have over me, without which, life would be grounded by an inconceivable reality.
P.S. I'm really just here to torment friends and irritate people.
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If I told you, I'd have to kill you but only if this repulsive love poem doesn't kill you first:
YOUR LAUGHTER by Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose, the lanceflower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in your joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.
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Must not be looking for Intimate Encounter Must not do drugs
 | Hal is terrifically refreshing in a world full of dullards and losers (this means you, POF surfer). His intelligence and wit reign supreme, and have thus equipped him for eventual global domination. His powers of observation allow him to ridicule idiocy in a way that only the truly evil understand. Plus, he's really, really hot. I heart him. |
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