A velvet fist in an iron glove.
OK, so I’ve been a female Mexican writer with the mind of a scientist (1575), a ‘human’, and a fat Chinese emperor killed by poisoned Mandarin chicken.I must now go and take revenge on my concubines...
Let's see, I've been a bored Ukrainian man people thought was weird (As opposed to the bored American man everyone thinks is wierd), a human (Wow. Descriptive, that one was), and a drunken Bohemian poet around the time of MOULIN ROUGE who died when a hermaphrodite knocked me out of bed and I smacked my head on the way down.And for a brief shining moment, I was a guy taking an Internet quiz hitting the "Press for diagnosis" button in vain before I hit the back button and did something else.Right now, I just smell like a man. Guess I better take a shower.
I was a woman born in Central England in 875.And"Such people are always involved with all new. You have always loved changes, especially in art, music, cooking."And I do like music lots and lots, so maybe, just maybe this is right. Although trust me to have a really boring one.
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