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My pressence here is due to my obsession to create virtual memories, in the name of love theory, beauty, harmony and digital immortality. I deeply care for the quality and the style of my products.
Visit my shop which can cover your lustful desires, your thirst for romance, your eager for beauty, your fantasy.
Leave me a message ( I love messages) to ask, to question, to discuss. If it touches me, I will reply. Be original at least. I take customs if the request insprires me. I follow my insticts, and my mood drags me unsteadily. I randomly gift my supporters with all my heart.
Infos for the woman behind DarkFall, I won't share, but to persuit you to avoid me, I will light some :
I am not in the mood to intellectualise my lonileness with strangers.
My politeness to strangers is only a form of pity. I have stopped offering my personal symphony in this emotionally illeterate world that can only repeat same trite refrains. Cliche moderates are boring.
I am interested only in people who do love me.
Nothing impresses me, shocks me, and rarely someone can bestir my neurones, away from bored conclusions for your predictable forms of life.
But I'm honored for I met people who made them dance.
My solitude is my energy source.
I play my own rules and my gaming is skillfully planned to achieve my goals and win bets with myself, in order to kill my vanity and to entertain my cyclothymia..
Beloved by special persons who either could not bear my greedy demons, οr could not confront my perseverance for freedom. I love them too.
I love trees, music, poetry, phrases, ideas, objects, shoes, scenarios, rivers, images, movies, the sea, tales, my freedom, paintings, addictions, hydrangeas, trips, drama, philosophy, obsessions, stories, my sun, the moon effects on my temper, books, triphop, art, dancing, my storm, minds, movies, tragic characters, coffee, sensitive spirits, cities, moments, your need to seduce me, my amusement of your failure, dramatic endings, wine, all shades of emotions, all expressions of feelings. I love the Love itself.
I love the subjective idea of the echo of desires, which in vain seeks to feed the narcissus hidden in the cave of my consciousness.
I am not capable to love persons.
Friends in list plenty. Friends I trust are few, and some not even in my list. I'm loyal and trustworth in my longtime friends. The number of chances I give to a person is equal to the level of my interest in him/her. The betrayals get no other chance but they get a deletion even from memory which is equal to the affirmation of their nonentity existence.
I care for humanity and I feel deep sadness for the world as it is.
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AlterEgoII Still your mind
Still your soul
For still, the fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you