If your a Juggalo or Juggalette make sure you check out the info posted on the JSC (Juggalo Street Crew) If your a member feel free ta drop me a line any time ;). I've always got time for family!
If your a member of the Ga JSC Chapter, hit me up with a pic an where your from in the state an I'll set ya up in the Ga JSC Family album ;). Much Love!
Keep it real, Keep it safe, an most of all Keep it WiCkEd!
Many wonder an often ask me why I am called Lady blood Rose - this is a nick name that orrginated with me back when I first started down the path of witchcraft an all that, since it is often belived giving someone your real name gives them power over you, it is customary with many religions which dabble in magic etc, to select a name.
Lady Blood Rose became mine. Lady Blood Rose is also a name that I used when i first began chatting online an actively role playing etc. The character herself is one that has an extremly long histroy that can be confusing to those not familar with all the story lines.
It is a name that I proudly use regularly an I have no intention of changing that name any time soon. I was the orrginal on MSN an on WWF chat (before it became WWE), It is one of my nick names that has been registered with local athorities when I was arrested. And it is proudly tattooed on my right shoulder just under a bleeding rose.
I have several sites some of which are still in progress below you will find the links to these sites an beside these links will also be a breif description of the site. Some sites such as Deviant art and Youtube allow for comments ;) So please feel free to leave me a few!
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..Let the Wagons of the Dark Carnival show you diffrent worlds....
"Behold! I am He Who is at the beginning and the end of time. I am in the heat of the sun and the coolness of the breeze. The spark of life is within me, As is the darkness of Death; For i am the cause of existence and the gate keeper at the end of time."
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I spent kindergarden threw 4th grade at Spring Place Elementry, then switched to NorthWest Elementry for the 5th grade due to my parents haveing moved to the northern end of the county after buying a drive in restrant which they renamed DEBBIES DRIVE INN.
I moved on to Gladden Middel School for 6th-8th grade, in the 8th grade i went out for the football team, though due to my parents i had to quit, for highschool I attended Murray County HighSchool, where i spent my years in Welding an in JROTC. I was there up till 2 weeks into my senior year when i moved to Spartanburg County, SC with my soon to be husband Trey.
Due to a screw up on both parts of Burns HS an Murray Co HS i was unable to finish highschool.
After a year we got back on the right track. an returned to good old Murray County! After being back an living down near the old weigh station on 411 south, I became pregnant for the 1st time, with my son. Gaberial Logan Rogers. Saddly though the umbilical cord became wraped around his neck at 7 months into my pregnancy an he was considered a premature birth. Gabe was born on 03/27/03.
After that ups an downs have followed fom me moving back in with my parents to again trying it out on my own. It was at one point in the fall that my Quarter Horse chester was killed in a lightening storm that moved threw the county.
After 4 month's or so working as an apprentice i have started doining tattoos (its been 2 years now), right now its not a major thing as my funds are limited but i hope to one day open my own shop.
"Religion is corrupt, Faith is free. God will not take checks! Only Visa, Master Card and Discover"
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A Silent Tear
.... Stand proud wild horse of the desert plain Do not let them your spirit claim Stand tall, stand firm, do not give in Though domination men seek to win.God made you strong and gave you heart And set you free right from the start To roam the valleys and the hills Yet your freedom men seek to steal.Don't they know or can't they see This is where you were meant to be. Other beasts of burden cannot compare Nor your beauty do they share.If we listen we might hear The thunderous roar, the silent tear Of slaughtered ones from the past And understand your plight at last.