Mary,,, The Other Black MEAT!!!!!!

Fantasy but a mere realityI'm still breathing but I'm not quite here. If here is another state of mind than I will contend to that. If here is forever frolicking in the distance, than I shall contend to that. If here is that tortured demented child screaming to forever hold his peace, than I shall contend to that. But for now I shall just contend to being just here. A here both you and I will never know. Because reality is always a fantasy, and fantasy but a mere reality. Now come aboard this stairway to hell and break free from your iniquities, because there's no such thing as pain. Stop.And listen to my voiceListen.And feel my presenceFeel.And your existance shall be worthwhile~Ijeoma~Ijeoma is my name, and 21 is my dreaded age. Read my book...I dare you. Try to contemplate me, but I beg of you, beware... The bubonic plague brought upon so much chaos, but even that shall not compare to me. Once again. I dare you. I dare you to grasp my existance. To see me, to feel me, to breathe me. But, oh, don't break me. For I am contagious. And my wrath shall be known by all. But love me and you shall know my weakness. Give in to the ride. Come on...Whoever said rollercoasters weren't fun *cough* scary. I want to go up to the world, grab it by it's balls and say, "I OWN YOU BITCH!" (lol, well that's more than enough for you to know about me) Yo. I'm the most picky asswipe you'll ever meet. I'm addicted to boys. Preferably boys on the verge of anorexia with small wrists and hipbones that jut out. I love to run my eyes over delicious eye candy whether it be male or female. Kissing gay guys is a definite must and fucking gay guys is "f"ing righteous. Best sex ever. I believe in the impossible. And I love to make things. And I try my best to be true to me and any muthafucker that crosses my path.For me, shows are a rush.... Having the loud music corrupt my body..... Seeing the guys in the band rock out..... Feeling the vibrations of the bass run through my body.... And not being able to hear the person shouting right next to me.....what can I say...It's heaven. I love to write of the shit that happens in this place we call America. It's an expression of what is me. But to sum me up would be impossible....... +i'm an ass at times+people love to think that i think i'm better than them +i'm laidback/hyperactive yet very blunt at times +yorkshire terriers are the only dogs that i'd ever posses +guy on guy is hot +i think fashion is a must+chicks that are out of this world gorgeous with their OWN fucking style turn my head (only happened 3 times so yeah...???) +i luv me but i'm not conceited +and my bestfriend calls me shallow, but i promise i'm not, well most of the time ::::::i.get.hurt.::::i.cry:::::i.don't.care.about.what.peopl e.say.unless.it's.worth.listening.too.:::::i.hold.my.pain.in .until.it.EXPLODES.::::::i.live.my.life.:::::::%D%A%D%A theres too many me's too explain so that's just a some.AOL: LuvCharm123 or MissMatchClashMSN: [email protected] or [email protected] Roses are red, violets are blue...I can't draw for shit, but stick figures will do. te he......I'm a mad poet.