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Ibykwe
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time, Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. - Dylan
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Ibykwe is condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Latest Blog Entries: No blog entries found.
Last Profile Login: 3/3/2012
Last World Login: 3/3/2012
Member Since: 6/25/2008
General Info
I Am Here For: For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People
Marital Status: Single
Children: Undecided
Education: Some College
Religion: Other
Smoke: Yes
Drink: Yes
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Languages: French, English, Spanish
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About me:
Lay down your weary tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.
Who I'd like to meet:
Struck by the sounds before the sun, I knew the night had gone. The morning breeze like a bugle blew Against the drums of dawn. Lay down your weary tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.
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The ocean wild like an organ played,
The seaweed's wove its strands.
The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and sands.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.

Interests:
I stood unwound beneath the skies And clouds unbound by laws. The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang And asked for no applause. Lay down your weary tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.
My Favorite Websites:
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love's breast.
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best.

Music:
I gazed down in the river's mirror And watched its winding strum. The water smooth ran like a hymn And like a harp did hum. Lay down your weary tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum. - Dylan
Movies:
The Big Lebowski
Books:
Illuminatus!

 

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