ZKitten is radioactive.
May cause allergic reactions.
ZKitten --
[adjective]:
Visually addictive
~*~
i lost my individuality
to a group of stalkers
trying to be me
~*~
I'm a geek freak queen of clutz, recovering gamer, and non-starving artist.
geek- because I've been using computers for over 20 years (yes, that long), I collect comics, I am a Jane-Of-Many-Trades, and I tinker with anything I can get my hands on.
freak- because I've been going to goth clubs for over 12 years (pretty sure), I'm a self proclaimed 'spooky girl', and every day IS halloween!
queen of clutz- if you've met me in person, you'd get it ;)
recovering gamer- I used to spend too much time playing video games, favs including diablo, tetris, final fantasy, just about any card or puzzle game, and once in a while, 1st person shooters, all depend on my mood, lately it's been alot of puzzle fighter 2 & solitaire.
non-starving artist- because even though I would rather spend my last dollar on some kind of art supply, my other half usually successfully talks me into buying food once in a while, so I don't starve, but if I had my way, food would be at the bottom of the list, behind a rolling mill, kiln, centrifugal casting machine, clay, metal, and more tools!
I have a few sites-
http://zkitten.com
http://chaoticlycreative.com
I also run a few sites-
http://etsysteamteam.com
http://unitedcraftingsociety.com
as well as a family geneology site..
I'm a buzy kitteh!
Available on Etsy
Buy Handmade Awesome Stuff by
TheZKitten of ChaoticlyCreative.com
1-1-03
feeling my fingers fly
feeling fleeting feelings
falling out of time
rising
in a split second
blaring in my eyes
the sun's too loud
the techno beat
beat
boom
boom
bang
bang
on my brain
in my head
i hear these tunes
songs
ranging all over
all around
sporaticly shaking
to that music in my head
spazzing thrashing
jumping
spining
flying again
though a whorl
of colorful sound
cybertronic computers
all the voices i hear
whispering
growing
shouting
SCREAMING
those voices
conversations i wasnt supposed to hear
another beat starts
banging to get out
screaming to get out of my head
the noise
fuzzy all over
fusia visons
everythings a haze
exept for the screen
a link to life
my previous life
empty shadows
crawling around me
remembering themselfs
remembering me
who i am
who am i?
looking though my own eyes
i see..
somewhere
i dont belong
a world with out my reflection
looking out her eyes i still cant see myself
what i look like
this thing where i am
a mechanical marrionette
running on auto
missing instructions on how i work
emotions come free on the standerd model
but their bugged
prototype-self propelled
moving in circles
repeting myself
over and over and over and over and over
and over and over and over
find that stray thread and pull myself outta this loop
an infinity of fear and hate
hating more than fearing
ghosts bothering me
but never scared...
an anicent force calling though the carpet
from under the floor
asking me things
questions ive heard before
sounds that look like bubbles ringing again
always ringing in my ear those questions
i ask myself
over and over and over and over and over and over
a marrionette maniquin
blank face from above pulling strings
nothing on face
no emotion
no thought
no mirror
no eyes expressing its self
its enviorment murkey colorless clouds
a fog of words and thought
planets places people
wishing into existance