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About Me

I'm too honest.
I hate my selfishness.
I'm very opinionated.
I enjoy good debate.
I probably have most wonderfully dysfunctional family in the world.
I hate words that are pronounced nothing like they're spelled and insist on pronouncing them the, "correct," way. [Reads: How they are spelled]
I'm in the process of learning Latin.
I like quotes.
I love perverse things.
I like ugly and gross things.
I find most beautiful things disgusting.
I rebel against every thing for no real reason.
I believe the weak should be killed for it.
I'm deathly loyal.
I've recently discovered, I'm pretty possessive and can be jealous.
I believe firmly in kharma and the power of love.
I'm out of place everywhere I go, so when I find people I fit with, I tend to keep them very close.
I have the best friends that anyone could ever ask for.
I'm chaste for spiritual, but not religious, reasons.
Words are probably the love of my life, thus far.
I love when people say truly amazing things in the simplest of ways.
I entertain far too many ideas without adopting any.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I'm out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Too many guys think I'm a concept--or I complete them--or I'm gonna make them alive. But, I'm just a fucked up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.
I smoke and I drink and every time I blink, I have a tiny dream but as bad as I am--I'm proud of the fact I'm worse than I seem.

My Interests

Real People.
Opinionated People.
Cynical People.
People who don't feel like a jackhammer at my brain.
Debate.
Gore.
Fetishes.
Make Up.
Sewing.
Customizing Everything.
Art.
Things that warrant emotion.
Modern Primitives.
Transhumanists.
Modification in general.
Religion.
Books.
Pin Ups.
1940's Fashion.

I'd like to meet:

Someone worth the effort I'm willing to put into them.
Someone I can talk to on an insanely deep level as well as insanely shallow ones.
Someone that can hold my interest.

Music:

I listen to a lot of different kinds of music. I'll fill this in some day when I care to.

Movies:

Horror mainly, I'll be more specific with titles another day.

Television:

I don't really like television.

My Blog

Poetic Metaphors.

I don't think of sex in the terms of what it is,but the poetic metaphor of all that it could be.And I had this idea in my head of this connection,a connection that existed--for more reason thanI neede...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 12:48:00 PST

NaPoWriMo Challenge--The End Result.

So, I got a lot of editing done, there are some that are still absolute crap and there's no hope--and there are some that I'm pretty happy with. I may try editing more at a later date. So, here are th...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Mon, 12 May 2008 11:30:00 PST

Poem Thirty.

The look in her eyes was like a childrealizing for the first time that parentsare far from perfect; realizing the humanityand mortality of everything around us."It shouldn't matter one way or the othe...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Thu, 01 May 2008 06:43:00 PST

Poem Twenty Nine.

I remember a million little things that still amaze me,but I don't remember the first time you kissed me,or the very first time you fucked the life out of me.I remember the first time we orgasmed in u...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 07:05:00 PST

Poem Twenty Eight.

I had a dream last night that youcut off all of Monsters hair.You took some clippers and shavedthis ridiculous pattern into her headand I was outraged and slapped youas hard as I could. Our high...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:21:00 PST

Poem Twenty Seven.

I called your name from a distanceto see if you'd turn around.You didn't even seem to noticeand continued your way downthe spiral of perpetual sadnessinto the pergutory of lost children.Beyond the nin...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:13:00 PST

Poem Twenty Six

When I was little I didn't love you.That's a strange thing for an adult to say,in reference to their mother, but it's true.I didn't love you in any possibly way.As a teenager I guess I loved you,not l...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 01:01:00 PST

Poem Twenty Five.

Today my sister turned twenty four.We made jokes about this being her last year,for fun and looking good because everything,is down hill after twenty five for women.For some reason it made me think of...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 11:05:00 PST

Poem Twenty Four

"My heroes are falling, my heroes are falling apart." &n...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 12:48:00 PST

Poem Twenty Three.

Blood soaked through the sheet,I refused to cry as she,peeled the cloth from my leg and chestasking aloud which way would be bestto clean and stitch the wounds I'd carvedto replace the rhythm most get...
Posted by Daisy Danger on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:33:00 PST