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| − | Claire/ct4ng; If you are a juice-box, a candidate for pedophilia(particularly small Asian children), a long telephone call or just plain decadent, then I like you. | + | Claire/ct4ng/poetry goddess; If you are a juice-box, a small asian child, whipped cream, bellpepper or just plain decadent, then I like you. I'm blasphenomenal, but I ain't bluffin' with this muffin. |
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| − | I'm blasphenomenal, but I ain't bluffin' with this muffin. Finest CTY moment perhaps might be oversleeping,showing up to class an hour late, only to discover they were across...campus in the computer lab. Known for eating bellpeppers and whipped cream. I'm particularly fond of kidnapping small Asian children to tango with and generally creating a disturbance of the peace. | |
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| − | I kline, and therefore I double-kline, except the occasional scattergories with RA Shellhammer and rendezvous in Old People's Homes. Along with candlelit dinners and walks on the beach, I like sharing a red Adirondack chair or worshiping Benji Rush. For two consecutive years, watching the reenactment of my birth at Passionfruit was the best birthday present I never wished for. Purveyor of cute-ugly dresses, skorts and being just plain sweatery, but clothes usually don't fit on my agenda. My greatest regret might be leaving my birthday tiara at home and my $4 fuzzy pink Walmart replacement unable to suffice. Very fond of walking around singing the only song I know in Hebrew and being cactus Claire.
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| − | 10.1 Poetry Goddess, appointed by the Holy Triumvirate Rosalie/Albert/Jesus as an emergency replacement. Ever grateful to the doting audience and readers at Poetry Night. Colin of "I know you want my taters?"; Liam my fellow devotee in things Asher Roth; Asher and his poem that effortlessly entailed every band name ever; the bro-em; the blood that there couldn't be; the poems sent from Jeanette; the Poe girls; Robert Frost; free style rap; lines in lingua latina; my awful oversentimental wannartsy final poem; interpretative dances done with hair dryers yet still being out of his element; Cats, the poem; everyone, anyone who got up, read, or listened and watched the verses serious, the verses hilarious and the very bad no good verses. Many thanks for the SRAs for shining their flashlights when light lacked. It felt pretty nice being worshipped too. Dear Topz: Matt, I know you'll be the best, because you're as goddess as it gets (look at that rhyme!),my intended poetry goddess crown actually fits on your head, and you've got a healthy imagination. Project babe, project. XOXO Flopz
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| − | swine 'o9, never forget. I wish it hadn't ended the way it did for y'all. The grrls of polyb, spank you so much for making Carlizzle my home away from home, for tending after that hot mess express of phre$hman ct4ng.
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| − | I like you, I love you, I CTY you.
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| | '''i love cty, and i love the passionfruit. never forget, swine 'o9. forevermores '1o.''' | | '''i love cty, and i love the passionfruit. never forget, swine 'o9. forevermores '1o.''' |
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Claire/ct4ng/poetry goddess; If you are a juice-box, a small asian child, whipped cream, bellpepper or just plain decadent, then I like you. I'm blasphenomenal, but I ain't bluffin' with this muffin.
i love cty, and i love the passionfruit. never forget, swine 'o9. forevermores '1o.
