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klazik-ziggie
Real Name: I don't know You don't care
Email: martianspydier@yahoo.com
Male
Member since: February 12, 2000

Personal Details
Occupation: DJ

Birthday: February 8, 1977

I live in: San Fran., CA, US of fuckin' A

Bowie Fan Details
Fanaticism Level: Casual

Favourite Albums: Ah, they're all good
except all of that 80's crap
and folk

Favourite Songs je ne sais pas

My so-called Life
Favourite Websites: yeah mr yank, say "favourite" like you're brit,
Yes you are kewl
Spell w/ a "ou" but say it with a drawl

Favourite Quote:

Your life story: O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
SHe is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men's noses as the lie asleep;
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
Her traces, of the smallest spider web;
Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o'mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream on curtsies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because of their breath with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtiers nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Then he dreams of another benefice.
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dream he of cutting forgein throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathoms deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
that plats the manes of horses in the night
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled much misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage.
This is she-

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	klazik-ziggie Real Name: I don't know You don't care Email: martianspydier@yahoo.com Male Member since: February 12, 2000
Personal Details
Occupation:	DJ
Birthday:	February 8, 1977
I live in:	San Fran., CA, US of fuckin' A
Bowie Fan Details
Fanaticism Level:	Casual
Favourite Albums:	Ah, they're all good except all of that 80's crap and folk
Favourite Songs	je ne sais pas
My so-called Life
Favourite Websites:	yeah mr yank, say "favourite" like you're brit, Yes you are kewl Spell w/ a "ou" but say it with a drawl
Favourite Quote:
Your life story:	O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. SHe is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Over men's noses as the lie asleep; Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; Her traces, of the smallest spider web; Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film; Her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazelnut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o'mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream on curtsies straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because of their breath with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtiers nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Then he dreams of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dream he of cutting forgein throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathoms deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab that plats the manes of horses in the night And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled much misfortune bodes. This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage. This is she-
Registry Statistics
Link to This Page:	http://www.teenagewildlife.com/Interact/registry/8684
Last Visit:	Not supplied