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My name is Azriel. You can call me Az; most do.I'm a writer, and artist, and a certified asshat.
I live in the middle of nowhere.
I'm probably older than you.
If your smart, I'll probably like you.
If you're dumb, I'll likely use highbrow offhand commentary to insult you.
(I like to warn people before I insult them.)
If you're offended... it's the internet.
There isn't anything I can do to you in the real world. Grow a pair.
I like writing my internet biographies in poem format to annoy hipsters.
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He sat in the meadow just shaking his
Fist at some boys who were down at the crick
Their feet in the water, their hands on their
Marble and plaything and at half past four
There came a young lady she looked like a
Pretty young creature, she sat on the grass
She pulled up her skirt and showed them her
Ruffles and laces and white fluffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to
Bring up her children so they would not spit
While the boys in barnyard were shoveling
Refuse and litter from yesterday's hunt
And the girl in the meadow was rubbing her
Eyes at the fellow down by the dock
He looked like a man with a sizable
Home in the country with a big fence out front
If he asked her politely she'd show him her
Little pet dog who was subject to fits
And maybe she'd let him grab hold of her
Small tender hands with a movement so quick
And then she bent over to suck on his
Candy, so tasty, made of butterscotch
And then he spread whip cream all over her
Cookies that she had left out on the shelf
If you think this is dirty, you can go ******** yourself!
Dating advice for you.
Divided into two
The leaves I give to others
The heart I give to you emotion_bigheart