sergecegec

37 – Moskva, Moskva, Russia

I am a genius, sverhtalant literature     My poems are not pathetic garbage!     Negligible remaini

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Online: More than 6 months ago

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About Him

Country of Origin:
Russia
Location:
Moskva, Moskva, Russia
Gender:
Male
Age:
37
Height:
172cm (5' 7.7")
Body Type:
Ask me later
Looks:
Below Average
Hair Colour:
Other
Eye Colour:
Green
Christian Denomination:
Other
Ethnicity:
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Home Language:
Russian
Other Languages:
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Relationship Status:
Separated
Looking for:
Just online friends; Activity partners; Friends; Open to possibilities; Short-term; Long-term; Marriage
Have Children:
No
Want Children:
Yes
Daily Diet:
Eat most things
Smoking:
Trying to Quit
Drinking:
Heavy Drinker
Education:
PhD / Post Doctoral
Occupation:
Other
Income:
On Welfare/Benefits

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In His Own Words

About Him

I am devilishly attractive
And so this was yelling unrecognized genius,
The grass lounging two solid hours.
We woke up in it and Pushkin, and Yesenin,
Tolstoy Byron mingled voices.
But the trouble is that in their dreams donkey
He is the chief, alas, did not understand.
It did not work with donkeys metamorphosis
It is a resounding "Eeyore!" Just published.

About His Ideal Match

Running on the waves "... Never have I thinking so hard about fad
consciousness, having a relative sense - meaning rustling behind him, the sound
which it is impossible to guess what rustling fabric. Light the night wind,
doubtful moderating stuffiness, circled in the white light of electric lamps
white poplar fluff. In the harbor it piled on the coal dust from the stone pillars
and the walls so much that it seemed that the north blended with the south in a fantastic and
sultry winter. I walked between the two breakwaters, when for a second he saw me
slim sailing boat with the body, reminiscent of a yacht. its displacement
It would be about one hundred and fifty tons. It was immersed in a dream.

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Church Involvement:
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