My name is KEL….errr..ok…I preened it up a bit…it’s really KELLOGZ
I am unspoiled by meaning. I am unallied by definition. My personality exceeds the brackets and margins of the norms. I have no past. I have no future. I am this moment now.
That Sounded Rather Odd…Here We Go…Lemme Try Again…
I am in my twenties and this is so far what I have discerned a few about who the person I became.
I have lived 77% of my life wearing black and I intend to keep exhausting my days ahead doing so.
BLACK. BLACK. BLACK.
Am I Goth? NO.
Am I Emo The New Goth? Still NO.
Oh but I love Silvers and Whites though.
Enough of That.
I have this instinct that I was born to be an artist and so I carry this illusory notion in my head that I actually am an artist
Why So?
I pursue rationale on every baloney
I seek integrity in each malevolence
I quest beauty in all unsightly.
I undergo euphoria when crafting something out of nothing.
I turn into such a bitch of a perfectionist when it comes to art or designing projects.
I tend to naively overlook cost when it comes to artistic faculty.
I feel extremely “Courtney-Love-Insane†slash “Britney-Spears-Head-Shaving-Demented†sentimental about my works.
I perceive things differently, a little too differently.
It’s congruently a blessing as much as it is a curse.
What Else?
I am such a colossal slut for art, foreign and indie films.
I am the certified tramp for classic rock tunes.
I am a borderline himbo for vintage everythings.
I am converted to an easy ho when it comes to photography.
I am passionate about speaking my thinkings.
I want my voice heard but I don’t necessarily aim my opinions to be everyones opinion too.
I believe verbalization is a powerful tool of expression, but not the most powerful and effectual though.
I don’t read a lot of books. I just browse magazines.
I dig blogs though. The point is the length of material.
I even think I hate reading, but I certainly listen. I love hearing sense and a few nonsense that has sense.
I peculiarly love writing. Essays. Narratives. Not Poems.
I don't believe in God. I appreciate faith though.
I am not vain, contrary to the popular commoners' belief.
I am unselfconfident. I exploit my way of dressing-up to obscure that fact.
I overly-accessorize. I effort to cloak my lack in looks in trying so.
I guise myself with my character of which in my belief is a little enhanced than my physical image.
I love my Baileys on my Cereals. I love my Kahlua on my Pancakes.
I am jesting around. I don't do Pancakes or High-Carb slash Low-In-Fiber Cereals.
I suppose you get my drift. I am an alcoholic in the making.
I am a vegetarian not a vegan exclamation point. A year or two?
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Taboo or Uncanny? You Tell Me.
I detest horror films that are just horror films
I revolt romantic comedies that are just romantic comedies
I have an Ophidiophobia. I cannot even eye on them on magazines, books and gahhh on T.V.
I haven’t had a bite of pizza in 4 years now.
I avoided donuts for 4 years too until Krispy Kremes did business here. Those Fuckers!
I intend to be a donut celibate again after that tragic incident.
I screeched like a school girl when I discovered the Black Russian Sobraine.
I wanna make out with geeks and misfits. Maybe to some geeks and misfits.
Dirty Laundry! Shhhh….
I furtively adore “Harajuku†*Blushes From Within*
I endeavor to “punkicize†it a bit though or maybe darkly toughen its vogue so I could spare the bad goose bumps on my sleeves…literally on my sleeves upon sporting the look off.
I clandestinely desire partying at the “Fluxxe†and “Big Fish†events *Blushes While Biting Lower Lip*
I get so “Starting-Over-Sappy†emotional on break ups and uttering that aloud now still generates sore and uncomfy quivers from my spines. It is the solitary thing that still makes mankind consider me as human though.
Yes…Oh Yes….Ladies and Gentlemen….I have endured quite enough heartaches for this lifetime. *Heavily Sighs*
I have a history of leaping from one relationship after another.
I get my heart broken with “A†I find myself hopping wounded still with “B†the next thing I know I have jumped my way to “Y†just to finally realize it has been "A" my heart has been yearning for...still...
I am not a whore though…8p
I am wishing I could for work for sex though…or sex for work...whichever….8p
But I am a whore for so much more so don’t you fuss bitches...8p
I find my day in wreckage when my hair isn’t securely structured as intended.
I see my day ahead in ravages when I forget to tag along my hanky and Chap Stick.
I sweat fuckin lots and I have lost more hankies you could ever imagine and yes, I have lip-dehydration issues.
Oh And This…
I have this severe case of varicosities in my calves and I prolly need forty to sixty grand to have it cosmetically eradicated. *Tearfully Sighs*
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