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What I AmAm I a pet cat bought and nurtured as a kitten and entirely ignored once a year old? You no longer give me milk, or stroke me when I lie on your lap. It has gotten to the extent that you have pushed me from your lap to pay attention to other things, work even. Oh I have resorted to petty actions of striking you favourite curtains and salivating over your endless pages of typed work. Look at me.What I Am
Are you looking at me?
Am I the old dress that after a few too many washes and wears I am tucked away in the cupboard for fading in colour? Do my straps no longer flatter your shoulders and neckline? Am I to be used when all
by ~Lady-Lossom
What I WantI walk in and I know what I want tonight. I want to feel the adrenaline rush of a fists clashing, I want to feel the harsh exaggeration of facial features contorted in frustration and anger. I can feel the clammy desires of others, lust, avarice, greed, jealousy, pride. Not unknown to me the smearing of their desires onto my skin masks my own intentions. They clamour around me, seeming to find their own face in mine. The risks of mingling. I slide in between their daunting cravings searching out a quite den in which to plot the attainment of my own. They drop away from me when I show them not only their own faces in the mirror that is mine, bWhat I Want
by ~Lady-Lossom
I need to knowI need to know it is too cold too white flesh you see under your hands, when your hands drift over my arms and breasts, and not full warm earthy brown flesh you’d rather be pressed up against.I need to know
I need to know that when your are pressing your lips to my pink Caucasian lips,
it isn’t another fuller pair you would rather have caressing yours,
when we are together.
I need to know that when you drown your hand in my shorter but softer hair,
that you aren’t imagining long, dark curled braids, that don’t knot as mine do in their typically German manner.
by ~Lady-Lossom
AssasinYou call me “friend” yet you sidle up behind me and stick words of truthful knives into an already weeping wound. Your sliding weapon, more appropriate than any lie slides up and down my side performing a reversed stigmata. You throw your wildcard at me before using your less potent attacks. Do you hope to catch me off guard? An ambush? Have you not been watching what the others have done? Is it your failing ignorant arrogance, which you so thoroughly enjoy using? Or is it the boyish trait of crush your enemy in one strong blow? Believe it or not I am not Nazi Head quarters that can be destroyed with one foul swoop or an alien infesAssasin
by ~Lady-Lossom
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compulsive liar.once i asked you your favourite colour, and you said, "the brown of your eyes," so i put in one green contact and told everyone that icompulsive liar.
came out of the womb as a factory defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
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sometimes i am from canada and sometimes i am from england and sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you ask.
"why
by *estallidos
william.dreams make him vomit.william.
meet william.
he has spider-leg fingers and eyes so cold they could stop your heart. (and they will.)
every night william goes to sleep knowing that someone else is waking up with his only friend, and he wishes he could brush the honey-stained hair from her cheek.
(not the man, who can't even spell love without cheating.)
william dreams at night.
his spider fingers are creeping up the jagged edge of her spine. her skin
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- Current Residence: The World.
- Interests: Music, Anime,Writing, Photography and Red heads.
- Favourite movie: The BOAT that Rocked,Stage Beauty,The History Boys, Mrs Henderson Presents, The Dead Poet Society.,
- Favourite band or musician: The Kinks, The Who, Blue October, Humane
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Favourite artist: Dude don't make me pick...
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde, Sergeri Lukjaneko, Anne Rice.
- Favourite photographer: My Mother and Annie Leibowitz...
- Operating System: Nikon
- MP3 player of choice: ipod.
- Favourite game: Final Fanatsy
- Favourite gaming platform: Play Station
- Favourite cartoon character: Sokka, Toph (its a toss up)
- Tools of the Trade: My baby Nikon.
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Ah to be young.
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Misanthropy: General Loathing Of Humanity. Sounds oddly familiar...
guess i shouldve known tho lol, this is the random/cool kinda place u would hang out
its MEEEE btw!
(read kent)
:}
lol
will see u on wed hopefullees
Of course i hang out at random place...
That you will (wed i mean)
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Misanthropy: General Loathing Of Humanity. Sounds oddly familiar...
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Recovery is about more than walking away.
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Misanthropy: General Loathing Of Humanity. Sounds oddly familiar...
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Recovery is about more than walking away.
Sometimes it means learning to stay and deal.
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Misanthropy: General Loathing Of Humanity. Sounds oddly familiar...
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Recovery is about more than walking away.
Sometimes it means learning to stay and deal.
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