I love crazy people. I just love them. I wake up in the morning yearning to be filled with as much crazy nonsense as possible. I love sounds. I play them in my head while tapping my feet, and for a moment I'm completely satisfied with life :-). I love creating happy places. May it be swinging on a playground swing with a glass of champagne, chit chattering with a loved one at a 24-hour diner, or masterbating in a field of dasies, I believe that a simplistic atmosphere with mild entertainment creates sensations of bliss that pulsate through my body, leaving me breathless and content. Oh, how the thought turns my bones into mush. I just can't get my fingers to type anymore....
Cranky boys and girls with big surprises
The clicking and tingling sounds of morbid highpass synthesizers...Thumping, pulsating, spiraling noises...mmm...makes me see blue and green when I close my eyes...and every night i will touch myself to the sounds man-made technology can produce...i suppose the human race was actually good for something....
vanilla sky, cruel intentions, hard candy, mr. brooks, beatlejuice, the island, drop dead fred, spun, requiem for a dream, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, ted bundy, the cell, thirteen, american psycho, running with scissors, girl interuppted, gia, american beauty, i've heard the mermaids singing, and i'm forgetting so many....
I fell in love with Dexter and I never looked back
Crowded pages of symbolic noise...I think i'll just play with the vampires instead...
My mom, my converse sneakers, and