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About Me

I often wonder. If this is all an illusion and non of you exist, if your merely fragments of my soaring imagination. . There are plenty of tales within my woven sleeves, but I do not wish to share with you, as most of you are ungrateful and have minds as narrow as Victorian hallways. I choose not to be skeptical..for I am very excited. I'm very excited indeed. For all our deaths including mine. Because death is not death, it's simply a refresh and perhaps an escape to this fucking massive examination we are expected to conquer. One day this will become a dream we may occasionally reminisce while chewing at the divine melon flavoured grass... all the way over there.
I want to 'die' looking like a prune beside someone with a heartbeat, although sometimes I'd be happy to 'die' tomorrow.
Delights: Illustrating, Writing small stories, Fucking great novels, Recording my life with different mediums, The Sleepy Jackson combined with soft rain, Wine, Sleeping in garments that someone 'could have died in.', Impressive Collections, Seeing old couples holding hands, The Supernatural, Spending an entire day with one person, Piano fingers, Nature, Elderly animals that are deprived of love and external beauty, Organizing 'stuff' in attempt to organize my life, My bedroom & the contents of my locko-head.
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Fresh meat.

Fury canines filled the auditorium, their snouts drooping hungrily. Two hundred and twenty-four moonlit eyes gazed at the center stage. Their rough-edged tongues loosely hanging, secreting silent wate...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 06:24:00 PST

Battle Lust

Wars mileu has got its hands round my neck tight.Choked by battle lust, blood lust for the enemy.Hate to love you though i do,Love of hate will hurt you too when we areJoined by the sword,By the sword...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 05:36:00 PST

Her father.

I once knew this family, back in the day. My childhood friend, had two married parents. Their exterior made a beautiful pretense, it was fool proof. Their external wrapping resembled balance and harmo...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 04:44:00 PST

Lets paint poppies.

Mood: Weird, wondrous....
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:02:00 PST

Jumper.

She felt ridiculous in it. The jumper was huge, drowning her beneath it's astrological print. The neckline was thick, it creeped it's body up her slender neck causing her to look like an intoxicated g...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 03:58:00 PST

Page 23.

When I'm sitting on my chair, alone. I feel the cool air on my neck. I curl my toes and kiss the wooden floorboards of my room. Closing my eyes I recall the events that have taken place between these ...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 06:27:00 PST

WO2

HAZARDOUS MATERIAL INFORMATION SYSTEMMATERIALS SAFETY DATA SHEETWOMAN- CHEMICAL ANALYSISEnjoy readers. :)ELEMENT: Woman.SYMBOL: WO2.DISCOVERER Shi the female.ATOMIC MASS: Accepted as 54kg, but known t...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 06:53:00 PST

Slogan Shirts.

FLUORO "Electro Beats" etc, titled shirts along with the yellow forehead bands are the most HIDEOUS THING SINCE MAGGOT PIE. The phrases on the shirts are completely frivolous..."KEEP UP THE BEAT"?For ...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 04:11:00 PST

Ass-cream.

Okay so. Most of my friends are aware I work at Wendy's [ice cream/ hot dogs and other thunder thighs edibles]I've worked there a fair bit, and I've made some observations. Some are offensive, yet mos...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 04:18:00 PST

Childhood Bliss.

I crave for those childhood times. where the self ignorance lead your self to the world of innocence, and imagination.My childhood friend. Silky, the fairy every girl wanted to be. She was petite, rea...
Posted by Miss. Scribbles on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 10:22:00 PST