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Me In A Nutshell
Hello. I'm Skeleton Cricket,
but you can just call me Skele, Cricket, Hedgie, or pretty much anything else you see fit. I'm not picky.
There's really not that much to say about me. . .
I like doing artwork and listening to music.
When it comes to music, my favorite band would probably have to be Fall Out Boy, but I like other types of music too.
I also like anime.
I'm not necessarily shy, but I am a bit reclusive sometimes, especially when it comes to being out of my comfort zone. I tend to get anxious when talking to, and being around, new people.
I am an outdoorsy person and grew up in the country, so I pride being a tom-boy.
One last thing; I am in a committed relationship and have been for 14 years now.
but you can just call me Skele, Cricket, Hedgie, or pretty much anything else you see fit. I'm not picky.
There's really not that much to say about me. . .
I like doing artwork and listening to music.
When it comes to music, my favorite band would probably have to be Fall Out Boy, but I like other types of music too.
I also like anime.
I'm not necessarily shy, but I am a bit reclusive sometimes, especially when it comes to being out of my comfort zone. I tend to get anxious when talking to, and being around, new people.
I am an outdoorsy person and grew up in the country, so I pride being a tom-boy.
One last thing; I am in a committed relationship and have been for 14 years now.
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♪...It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become.
Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate.
Just a puppet on a lonely string.
Ah, who would ever wanna' be king...
I hear Jerusalem bells a' ringin', Roman Calvary choirs are singin'.
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield.
My missionaries in a foreign field.
And for some reason I can't explain I know St. Peter won't call my name.
never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world...♪
♪...It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become.
Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate.
Just a puppet on a lonely string.
Ah, who would ever wanna' be king...
I hear Jerusalem bells a' ringin', Roman Calvary choirs are singin'.
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield.
My missionaries in a foreign field.
And for some reason I can't explain I know St. Peter won't call my name.
never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world...♪
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