Hi my name is Mona, and I break all the rules; Among breaking other things. This is where fiction meets reality and I am known as what’s to be that thin line. I am trial and error and always under construction. I have no autobiography. I am a noncommercial-controversial nothing. My cigarettes are stale and so am I. I am a fix to myself where levels of intoxication seem more real than reality itself; whereas my health-concerns are really what will do me in the end. Someone once compared me to a book in a foreign language; although you cannot understand it...you know it's a great read. As I see it, once you take the time to learn the language [me], it is not so beautiful and foreign as you imagined it would be.
So you want to talk labels? In a society where clones are more acceptable than individuals we are all charlatans, and I am fashions fascist. I am composed of crooked bangs and fabrics with prisms of color and pattern that just barely support my frail and feeble, yet full figure. But you are too, right? My appearance may seem so experimental that it can be deceiving at times, and I give you the permission to let it fool you. I am the predator and I am the prey. I make music; I make noise. I am a one-girl vocal assembly of screams and I don't play my instruments, I make love to them. One look at my pictures, and a quick glance at my music list and you’ll already have about a million and a half judgments about me. I’ll do the same. Promise.
It’s not like I’m a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there’s nothing left to hold
Until there’s nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can’t save me from myself
Love Lust. and It takes two to tangle. As far as significant romance goes, I will become your insignificant other, get you addicted to the drug of lust and leave you as a fiending whore. After all, I'm your drug, and boy, does it suck being sober. Don’t you think that I’m amazing? Please tell me I’m worth dating. ‘Cause I can be your best bet, let alone your worst ex. Green is one of my favorite colors and my personality agrees. Roses may be red my love, but green is the color of envy and jealousy rubs me so raw I hurt at night.
I will forgive your pretty much anything- even your silence, just so long as you don’t interfere with my mute protests. Effortlessly tangible-I am the type that will ask you to hold my hand as I dig my own grave, or kiss me while I slit open your throat. I'll give myself to whatever makes me happy. Even if the results produce side-affects that send me back to start, or worse. I don't understand the irony in beauty, and my face snared by emotion is never an empty canvas. My body bruises as easily as my ego does, and my wounds heal slower than a cancer, inside and out.
So here’s to
Seasonal Madness
Part-time friendships
And a poor substitute for love.
My name is Mona, and it is very nice to meet you.
Let's make this easy:
1.)If I request to be your friend, I either
a.)Know you, or
b.)Want to know you.
2.)If you request to be my friend, a message followed by is appreciated.
3.)I am good, nothing much is what's up, and you're welcome for the add.
So if you ask/say any of those, I will most probably ignore your comment.
P.S.
