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Esperanza Xochitl
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Last Activity: 20th October 2012 06:10
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Interesting reasons. Well your faith in Xochiquetzal is private to you. I do respect Xochiquetzal, and Aztec deities in general, even though I am an agnostic bordering on atheist (but not anti-theist).
Thanks for your answers, have a nice day. -
Oh, why did you pick it specifically? It means ''flower'', right?
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Ah, OK. Good choice. Xochitl is a nice name from Nahuatl languages (well, one variant).
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Hi, Esperanza! I was wondering. Is Xochitl your real name?
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Tu Anarchista? -
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About Me
- About Esperanza Xochitl
- Biography
- Chicana with attitude! That's me!
- Location
- you think I'll disclose?
- Interests
- Sleeping, racing towards my death...
- Occupation
- Poet, Singer/Songwriter, Artist, Proffessional Tramp
- Political Statement
- A nation that kills the planet it's on has decided to sleep with the dead fishes.
A nation that turns it's back on it's own youth is in a moral crisis.
A nation that tortures anyone for any reason has reached the point of barbarism.
A nation that will invade another country that never attacked it has reached the death of it's right to exist.
A nation that turns on itself with racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic bigotry is committing suicide.
A nation that puts the wealth in the a hands of a few in disregard of those who actually produced it has created it's own executioner.
Empires fall, it's often for the better. - Gender
- Female
- Organisation
- Lorena Bobbit Fan Club
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Signature
- I dreamt of a flower that was so beautiful that when it whithered away and died a tear left my eye. I saw our births, our lives and our deaths. I felt fire paint me with pain and I felt a kiss on my lips with a knife in my neck. Love to heartbreak to self-destruction to birth and to finally learning to frolic back into the same trap with a warm smile.
"You say you're sorry, or I'll make you fucking sorry"
~Susan Sarandon
My blog: Flowers On The Floor
- I dreamt of a flower that was so beautiful that when it whithered away and died a tear left my eye. I saw our births, our lives and our deaths. I felt fire paint me with pain and I felt a kiss on my lips with a knife in my neck. Love to heartbreak to self-destruction to birth and to finally learning to frolic back into the same trap with a warm smile.
Contact Info
- Home Page
- http://esperanzaxochitl.blogspot.com/
- This Page
- http://www.revleft.com/vb/member.php?u=8208
