 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
Happily Married |
| Children: |
Have children |
| Education: |
In College |
| Religion: |
N/A |
| Smoke: |
Yes |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
N/A |
| Body Type: |
More to love! |
| Height: |
5' 5" |
| Ethnicity: |
Native American |
| Languages: |
English, Cheyenne |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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Social Status
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CheyenneAngel's Scoop
About me:
I'm 28. I love to meet new ppl. I'm very out going and out spoken. Ask and I shall tell you.
Who I'd like to meet:
Anyone Interesting
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More About CheyenneAngel
My Other Profile/Website Links:
Interests:
Vampires
What are we? The Damned childer of Caine? The grotesque lords of humanity? The pitiful wretches of eternal hell? We are vampires, and that is enough. I am vampire, and that is far more than enough. I am that which must be feared, worshipped and adored. The world is mine -- now and forever.
No one holds command over me. No man. No god. No prince.
What is a claim of age for ones who are immortal? What is a claim of power for ones who defy death? Call your damnable hunt. We shall see whom I drag screaming to hell with me.
From
Fifteen Painted Cards
From A Vampire Tarot
by Neil Gaiman
THE WORLD
"You know the saddest thing?"
she said.
"The saddest thing is
that we're you."
I said nothing.
"In your fantasies,"
she said,
"my people are just like you,
only better. We don't die,
or age, or suffer
from pain or cold or thirst.
We're snappier dressers.
We possess
the wisdom of ages.
And if we crave blood,
well, it is no more than
the way you people crave food,
or affection, or sunlight --
and besides,
it gets us out
of the house,
crypt,
coffin.
Whatever."
"And the truth is?" I asked her...
"We're you," she said.
"We're you, with all your fuck-ups
and all the things that make you human --
all your fears
and loneliness
and confusion...
none of that gets better.
"It's like getting famous,
or getting rich.
You're the same person
you were
when you were unknown
or poor.
Only worse.
All the bad things are magnified,
and you don't remember
where the good things are
anymore.
"It's all that.
But
it's more.
We're colder than you are.
Deader.
I miss daylight
and food
and knowing
how it feels to touch someone
and care.
I remember life,
and meeting people
as people
and not just as things
to feed on
or control,
and I remember what it was
to feel something,
anything,
happy
or sad
or anything..."
Then she stopped,
and lowered her head.
"Are you crying?" I asked.
"We don't cry,"
she told me.
Like I said,
the woman was a liar.
My Favorite Websites:
http://www.myspace.com
http://www.angelfire.com
http://www.xoospace.com
http://www.blogadorn.com
http://www.sexiluv.com
http://www.photocasket.com
http://www.myhotcomments.com
http://www.glittergraphics.com
Music:
Movies:
Anything with vampires, And Just about all porn
Books:
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