rachelle [rah-shell]

I love myself.
I like stuff.
I pierce bodies.
I am a professional body piercer.
(Due to some personal difficulty, i no
longer work for a tattoo shop, but still
perform personal piercings by appointment.)
If Interested Please Send Me A Message.

THIS IS MY PIERCING PORTFOLIO:

Good Stuff:
Collecting Body Modifications, modifying myself AND others, knitting, backpacking & minimalist travel, macramé, watching people play video games, passion, intoxication, being touchy-feely, dumpster diving, rad people who keep me alive by giving me the hope i need to endure the rest of this world, bubble baths, getting dirty, learning new shit, entertaining myself, opiates, this damn computer, anarcho-politically inclined individuals, sex, syringes, spanging, altering my mental state, masturbation, belching and spitting without guilt, sewing and mending clothes/bags, laziness, rats, patches, hotel rooms, needles, technicare, reading, the interweb, dumb music, collecting smoking utensils, making stuff, vandalism, pedicures/manicures, buttons, positive people, urban camping, cherry coke slurpees (nectar of the gods), parks, not staying in one place too long.

Your Monster Profile
Creepy Slayer

You Feast On: Olives

You Lurk Around In: The Alamo

You Especially Like to Torment: Cops What's Your Monster Name?

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"hands that kill mold illusions of peace
their fucked up psuedo security
destroy to give birth to technology
to quickn the killin of yo and me and him and her
blind. us humans think we are so smart
creating challenges
how. our sky bleeds in your hands
its nothing
build and build and build some more
industry fucks nature like some kind of whore
quest for invention intelligence gone too far
sythetic environment were doomed from the start
and i guess were all gonna die (my home)
and take everything under th sky (is nothing... to you)
skies they bleed infecting the land
oceans they vomit onto the sand
wind so foul, a putrid reek
animals they scream in disbelief
and i guess were all gonna die (our lives)
and take everything under the sky (are nothing... just used)
humanicide // humanicide
black trees, dead seeds, dirt weeds
how much longer do we have?
humanicide
human beings should have never evolved at all
your heart... your heart as cold as the concrete that you lay
your mind... clouded with the polution that you make
hide... lies... from all of us, the ones you have
chosen to die
smother our earth, blacken our skies
your quest for progess, convenient demise
man... kind... to whom are you kind
the peace that you mold is a lie, all lies
our lives float rejected down the stream
they are nothing, not you or me"