Hey I’m Criss otherwise known as Jesus or The Hybrid. I’m pretty laid back and chill with some random bursts of hyperactive tendencies that can come and go at any moment. A dirty mind does not quite cover what I have and yes I will laugh at the most inappropriate times. I’m sorry, I find your anguish hilarious. It can’t be helped. I can’t stand awkward moments and try to avoid them as much as possible. I listen attentively to your stories because I love learning about people and what makes them tick. Horror movies and industrial music is my passion and be warned that I can go on talking about the subjects (you can kind of call it ranting and raving I suppose) for hours at a time even if I know your not listening. Despite my appearance I am Puerto Rican and I can dance salsa pretty damn good. Most of the time me and other females don’t mix which is why I tend to hang with guys more. They’re a lot less complicated if you ask me. There's a hell of a lot more to my personality and what really makes me me essentially but to fully understand it would take many a meeting… or a long drunken conversation. Either or ^.^ Let’s have a nice little chit-chat
written by a close friend, inspired by myself
probably the best way to put it
The world has been so cold
And yet life is not so bad
Memories and family
Distant and in your face
Dysfunctional well oiled machine
Fuelled by alcohol and thrills
That creates a vicious cycle
Keeps running and tunneling
Deep within desolation
Compassion smiles
Desperation on top of Strength
Surrendering to Overcome
Surviving and Livin’ it Up
The metaphor of this girl
Confused and Tattered
Brilliant and Dimwitted
Black clouted and pale skin
Fragile and undeniable
Impenetrable and transparent
The metaphor of our relationship
Scars inside and smiles on the out
Attractive yet unwanted
Unwanted yet admired
Loved but self-hated
Sinned yet Sainted
A believer yet a Syndic
Un-trusted and Confided
A lover searching for the perfect pain
That fills the void left inside
Of an engineered reality
Kindness is the stench of dissatisfaction
And oppression is the sweet taste of freedom
Difficult but easily stimulated
Sensual yet physical
Emotional yet reluctant
Stubborn and submissive
An oxymoron in knee highs
A lone wolf that’s everybody’s friend
An intellectual stimulation and erotic medication
The addiction of control
The prisoner of her own intimidation
The liberated masochist
An observer with her own voice
Even if it is whispered
Exotic and unshakable
Mystical and So clear
Weakling and the leader
Submissive and always in control
Lover and sister of the soul
Succubus and Angel
Savior and Antichrist
Death if it was a sweet summer rain
The Metaphor of a girl
Your powerful internal combustion engine is fuelled exclusively by the demon drink. The instruction manual lists your functions as including "bottle opener", "reservoir" and "bar prop". As long as the spirits are flowing, you're the life and soul of the party, but augh! those hungover mornings...
What's your malfunction?