Post by benjamin león suárez on Nov 2, 2009 22:35:57 GMT -5
BENJAMIN LEÓN SUÁREZ
is the only reason we're famous
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" I'm not a circus, I just put on a show."
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COME ON EVERYBODY
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NICKNAMES: Benny, Ben, Benji, Benj
GENDER: Male
AGE: 18
SEXUALITY: Homosexual
MEMBER GROUP: Senior
WHAT SORT OF ARTIST?: Fashion Designer
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
FACE CLAIM: Josh Farro
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AND YOU'RE NOT ALONE
cause when we roll, we roll deep, yeah
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2. "I was born and raised in East Harlem, New York, in a three bedroom apartment with three older brothers, and two little sisters. Just so know apartments in New York aren't that big, so we didn't have a lot of room."
3. "I used to dress up in my mother's clothing, and wear her make-up. I always wanted to be like her when I was younger. I still kind of do. My mother is fucking awesome. Probably more awesome than yours. I'm just sayin'."
4. "I'm a very sexual person. Anyone who knows me knows that fact about me."
5. "Fashion is like my life. I live, breath, and eat fashion. When I grow up (if I ever do) I want be a fashion designer, and possibly take over the world with my awesomeness."
6. "I'm a little immature, but not too immature to the point where it gets annoying. I do know how to act my age (sometimes)."
7. "I've never tried alcohol and drugs before. I've seen my friends do it, and I watched what type of people they turned into. I could just never bring myself to do it. That shit ruins your body, mind, and soul."
8. "I have a big snake. Get your minds out of the gutter! I have an actual pet snake. His name is Zackk, and he's albino."
9. "I think I'm the only one in this school who listens to classical, hip hop, r & b, and indie bands. I guess that makes me unique and different?"
10. "I'm a drag queen. I'm a man during the day, and a woman at night. My drag queen name is Benifer Lopez. You like? I'm still working on a better name."
11. "I've actually stripped for money before. It was a dare, okay? I had fun doing it, though. Maybe a little bit too much fun."
12. "I've won four wet underwear contests. Jealous? I know you are. It's not my fault I have nice tight ass, and a big package."
13. "I have a strange obbsession with Andy Warhol. Everyonce in a while you'll hear me quoting him out of the blue. I get inspiration from his art. You'll see a lot of it in my garments."
14. "I have a gay lisp. I've tried getting rid of it, but the queen in me can't let it go. Sorry dad."
15. "I play guitar. Didn't know that, huh? My older brother taught me. I'm not as good as him though."
16. "I've never missed an episode of America's Next Top Model. I don't care what I'm doing. Once my show comes on, I'm dropping everything."
17. "I hate girls who wear leggings under their jean skirts. If I see another girl walking around like that, I'm gonna beat her ass with a fashion magazine."
18. "I always wondered what it would be like to be a slice of cheese."
19. "Can someone please explain to me how lime green crocs could look good on a grown man? Because I don't get it."
20. "I am like the coolest person alive. No really, I am. Ask your dad. He'll tell you all about me."
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COME ON EVERYBODY
tonight there's gonna be no beef, oh-oh
whoa there, my name is Nic and i happen to be of the female species. i currently have 16 number of candles on my cake but i've got 1 year under my belt. i found this sexy site through ad hopping and like the good little member i am, i know you want me to say bananamud. by the way, you can contact me via PM or through other characters. now i'll show you what i'm made of.
It was around midnight, and Maxim found himself in the middle of the park, just standing there with his three year old Nikon D3 in his cold, numb hands. He had no idea what the hell he was doing at the park past midnight. Was he out of his mind? Possibly. He was high right now, so of course he would do something like this, but did he have to do it without a jacket? He was wearing a white tank top. Yes, a tank top in the middle of November, with some old black skinny jeans. He had sliver, sparkly make-up covering his eyes, making him look like the hamburglar. One would think he just came from a party or was dressed up for Halloween, but it was just another normal day for Max. He was shivering, his teeth chattering as he walked through the park, admiring the nature that surrounded him. He cursed to himself again, feeling even more stupid for not bringing a jacket. He was beginning to get numb all over; he couldn't feel his fingers, or toes. "Fuck, I need to get back to Winteron." He cursed, making his way out of the park.
"I'm g-g-going to-to d-d-die out h-h-here." He mumbled, as the chilling wind hit him, making him shiver uncontrollably. He barely held on to his Nikon, his numb fingers losing grasp of the large camera. If he dropped this camera, it surely would break, and there was no way to get it replaced, or repaired. The camera held over three hundred photos, only half of that was uploaded on a computer. The other one hundred and fifty was trapped in the memory of the camera, if broken there would be no way to get those cherished photos back. Be careful, Max. You don't want to drop the baby. He thought, as he walked further out the park. He heard someone ahead of him, speaking a language that wasn't English. French? He silently guessed. Yes, it was French, but who was he speaking to? He wondered as he walked closer to the voice. He couldn't see anything but a lit cigarette, and the light smoke that escaped the mans lips. A cigarette. Maxim hadn't had one in a long time, and he really did need one. Maybe the man would offer him one?
He walked closer to the smoke, taking in the toxic scent. He was so numb right now. Hopefully the cigarette would take away some of that numbness, hopefully. He was getting closer to the man, his pace getting faster and faster. He was going a little too fast, which made him trip over the man's feet, causing his Nikon to fly out of hands, the camera breaking into three pieces. "No!!" Max yelled, as he fell flat on his on face. He scraped his chin, and left elbow, a little bit of blood escaping from the fresh, clean cuts. He didn't care about that right now. What he did care about was his damaged camera. He was angry right now. Angry at himself, and angry at the feet that he tripped over. He stood up, and dusted himself off, staring at the man who sat before him. "You asshole!" he cursed, walking over to his camera and picking up the remaining pieces. He looked down at the broken camera, the LCD screen had two large cracks in it, and the lens was broken. "I should strangle you right now."
"I'm g-g-going to-to d-d-die out h-h-here." He mumbled, as the chilling wind hit him, making him shiver uncontrollably. He barely held on to his Nikon, his numb fingers losing grasp of the large camera. If he dropped this camera, it surely would break, and there was no way to get it replaced, or repaired. The camera held over three hundred photos, only half of that was uploaded on a computer. The other one hundred and fifty was trapped in the memory of the camera, if broken there would be no way to get those cherished photos back. Be careful, Max. You don't want to drop the baby. He thought, as he walked further out the park. He heard someone ahead of him, speaking a language that wasn't English. French? He silently guessed. Yes, it was French, but who was he speaking to? He wondered as he walked closer to the voice. He couldn't see anything but a lit cigarette, and the light smoke that escaped the mans lips. A cigarette. Maxim hadn't had one in a long time, and he really did need one. Maybe the man would offer him one?
He walked closer to the smoke, taking in the toxic scent. He was so numb right now. Hopefully the cigarette would take away some of that numbness, hopefully. He was getting closer to the man, his pace getting faster and faster. He was going a little too fast, which made him trip over the man's feet, causing his Nikon to fly out of hands, the camera breaking into three pieces. "No!!" Max yelled, as he fell flat on his on face. He scraped his chin, and left elbow, a little bit of blood escaping from the fresh, clean cuts. He didn't care about that right now. What he did care about was his damaged camera. He was angry right now. Angry at himself, and angry at the feet that he tripped over. He stood up, and dusted himself off, staring at the man who sat before him. "You asshole!" he cursed, walking over to his camera and picking up the remaining pieces. He looked down at the broken camera, the LCD screen had two large cracks in it, and the lens was broken. "I should strangle you right now."
SMASH IT UP, SMASH IT UP
i'm gonna kick you down, be cool tonight
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the death. this was inspired by another facebook survey and the titles belong to the song,
pete wentz is the only reason we're famous by cobra starship.
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