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"Hi I'm Hans 44, bis3xual artist, nudist crazy and am looking for a girlfriend to enjoy life together ... everything and more about me, visit my site with 24 / 7 live webcams "
Posted 7/12/2010 11:59 pm
I am put in mind of clamtard's erstwhile flatmate, of das bloot, of floor p-sser, of Ste Theresa sipping pus from the leper's oozing sores.
Posted 7/13/2010 12:44 am
in the few years i was homeless i have seen a lot of good and bad things of life,
i mingled in, in the word of drug junkies, heroine addicts, criminality and prostitution, i hitchhiked on my own trough the most east European country's and i saw a lot of this world..this life let some scarfs in my soul, but also on my appearance, since i lost almost all my teeth in that time, in my way crawling out of the gutter i needed new teeth. but i had no medical health care anymore..it was in the beginning of me starting to paint when i found a dental technician, who wanted to exchange 1 Art-work
( for his waiting room ) to new teeth,
( without any cost ).. so this was the story behind my false teeth .
Posted 7/13/2010 1:03 am
trough out my life i have seen some nasty sh-t, that's finely made me for who i am now, from ex-girlfriends with incest, rape or abuse story's to the final dead i have seen it, i have lived it..1 girl-friend died in my arms on anorexia, another one did trow bezine over her self and burned herself to dead.. one week before we were out swimming.. a friend got killed becourse someone put a knife in his back, another one shots his self a bullet trough his head by accident. another one shoots himself trough his hart for love problems, another ex girlfriend hanged herself and let 3 kids behind..2 friends died on OD ( overdose drugs )
a guy i helped out for some years is in prison becourse he killed someone on a very sick way, .. and of-course old and sick people in the family died to, like grandparents uncles mother.. but that not the issue.. i have no problems with people dieing on a natural course its the other sh-t that spooks in my head sometimes, and no i am not depressed, i don't do drugs, i am not living in a mental institution, how i deal with it ? i paint and let the spirits help me.
