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The Harlequin Smile

System Failure.

About Me

Into the den where tigers and men, respectfully fear to enter. Follow to see, to look for the key, but never a door to December. But what you may say, to whom and what may, this key or this door belong to? Inside a den, where tigers and men, respectfully fear to wander, there lies a small box, with keys and no locks, and many small scratches to ponder.
A delicate box, one ventures to say, a work matching to any tone. But what lies inside, oh what does it hide, such scarring may speak of unknown. Protecting the box, to ticking of clocks, a great spider weaves in her web. She rules upon high, as high as the sky, and all males shall know her and dread.
A belly of red and a body of black, she waits patiently for a new toy. As each little shadow stumbles on by, she whispers, “Come here little boy.” She guards her box viciously well; if she slips it may be an end. For inside that box is a shattered image, a mirror too broken to mend.

The story ends in a darkened dwelling where a monster lays in waiting. She weaves her thread and buries her dead and no man survives her mating. Inside that box she guards so well, a softer side resides. She waits for the next face to come along, and summon the crimson tides. Though she believes there’s never an end, she doesn’t really see, that inside that box there’s a little elf with nothing to do but be. It sits on a bottle of peppy glue, sorting out the pieces, for one day soon it’ll mend them together and smooth out all the creases. Not all marks will fade away, but just enough will do, but can the spider loose her fear? The question is, could you?

My Interests

NAKED NAKED NAKED! Well- that and being a technical director. I like to make the pretty lights go blinky blinky at teh shows.. *.*

I'd like to meet:

People who don't fucking suck.

Music:

ICP, Tech N9ne, industrial trance and anything else that doesnt annoy me.

Movies:

Amelie is awesome. It proves just how crazy the french are. =D

Television:

Whats that? o.o *Doesnt watch much TV.*

Books:

The Mists of Avalon (That movie pisses me off so much. I want to kill the director, and the shmuck who wrote the 'script', if you can call that worthless jumble of crap a script. Ive never seen a good book so hopelessly mangled. *Snarls.*), Door to December, Stuffs by Tamora Pierce, The Black Jewels trilogy, Anita Blake books, Anything with Lestat in it =D, H.P. Lovecraft

Heroes:

Cheryl and Keomany ^^ (BOOOOOOOOBS!!!!)

My Blog

My Letter.

             There are times when I am so connected, that I feel everything.  Someone will walk by me, and I'll know.  They hurt, they ...
Posted by The Harlequin Smile on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 01:36:00 PST

What if i..

If i were to just, detatch, and float like a dream, would you follow me then?  Could you let go of everything else and get lost inside me?...
Posted by The Harlequin Smile on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 06:30:00 PST

Only Her Ladders Lead To Fire...

It's almost like there's this flittering little sense inside me; I need to constantly be moving.  I need veils and cloaks and high-heeled shoes with thin red straps and an attitude that flies fas...
Posted by The Harlequin Smile on Thu, 15 Dec 2005 06:01:00 PST

No Subject.

Sometimes hopelessness is drowning, thickly palpable goo rolling down the bodies skin.  Suffocating.  Jon, help me.  Sometimes when the body falls so hard the tether lines snap, the wor...
Posted by The Harlequin Smile on Fri, 09 Dec 2005 11:10:00 PST

Just Breathe.

  Today I saw a flash of the past.  It cut right into me and left me bleeding and crying on the couch.  I had never expected it to come back so forcefully and brutally, pinning me ...
Posted by The Harlequin Smile on Tue, 25 Oct 2005 06:51:00 PST

The Harlequin Smile

Blah.  It's been crazy.  Mom keeps trying to pressure me into moving in with her and I keep trying to talk my way out of it without telling her flat out she's a crazy drug addict and I don't...
Posted by The Harlequin Smile on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

This is what stupid looks like.

Start from the bottom and work your way up. ~~~ Oh how cute! It's trying to engage in a verbal war with me! =D *Pats his head.* ----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: P...
Posted by The Harlequin Smile on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST