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just another arturism

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About Me


He comes from the grave, his body a home of worms and filth. No life in his eyes, no warmth of his skin, no beating of his breast. His soul, as empty and dark as the night sky. He laughs at the blade, spits at the arrow, for they will not harm his flesh. For eternity, he will walk the earth, smelling the sweat blood of the living, feast upon the bones of the damned. Beware, for he is the living dead.
-Obscure Hindu text, circa 1000 B.C.E.
♥♥♥ Youre my thrill. You do something to me. you send chills right through me when i look at you, coz youre my thrill ♥♥♥
♥♥♥ with one word from you id jump off the roof just to hear your laughter ♥♥♥(i love this boy)



My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Bud Cort, Ruth Gordon, Cat Stevens, Johnny Cash, Queen Latifah, Bjork, Betty Page, Billie Holiday, Harland Williams, Elle Fitzgerald, Aretha Franklin, Frank Sanatra, Seu Jorge, Jerry lewis, Carly Jane, Cyndi Lauper, Fiona Apple, Gloria Gaynor, Dinah Washington, Cleopatra.....[and many more]

Books:

Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines He wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" Because that was the name of his dog And thats what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A And a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door And read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy Took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born With tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed alot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valintine signed with a row of "X's" And he asked his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do itOnce on a peice of white paper with blue lines He wrote a peom And he called it "Autumn" Because that was the name of the season And thats what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A And asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door Because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left the butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why His mother and father kissed alot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad When he cried for him to do itOnce on a paper torn from his notebok He wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" Because that was the question abou this girl And thats al it was about And his professor gave him an A And a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door Because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end Of the Apostles Creed went And he caught his sister Making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed Or even talked And the girl around the corner Wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her But he kissed her anyway Because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed His father snoring soundlyThats why on the back of a brown paper bag He tried another poem And he called it "Absolutly Nothing" Because thats what it really was all about And he gave himself an A And a slash on each damned wrist And hung it on the bathroom door Because this time he didnt think He could reach the kitchen."I do not know why this excited me, but i guess when you see somebody in the hallwayor on the feild or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person."

Heroes:

♥ Kristee [R.I.P] i love you♥ Betty Page♥Billie Holiday♥ Melanie

My Blog

awsome blosom

its about 1 30 in the morning and im up thinking. of corse i am tired, but sometime sleep seems like a waste of time. so i have decided to write a story.ina little girls room you would fine a pink be...
Posted by just another arturism on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 02:03:00 PST

the great stories of my lady sweetie pie

"And The Children Were Screaming"   it was a beautiful day and the children were outside playing. a gentle breeze lifted up the skirts of their nannies, revealing age-old cottage cheese and skill...
Posted by just another arturism on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 12:03:00 PST