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About Me

Please label me. Make sure it fits. Walk all over me. Leave your shoeprints embedded in my face. Tell me I'm a whore & that you hate me. Lie to me. Make me feel like shit. Point out every single one of my imperfections. Go ahead and ignore and glance right over me. I'm staring at you. I'm watching you. Your face is plastered on the backs of my eyelids. Everything you do and say gives who you are away. I'm writing about you. You are my subject. Believe me, chew me up and spit me out. Snarl my way, don't remember my name or face. Don't know me, you don't have to. I know you. I know myself. What you say and do doesn't matter. What I endure does not matter. I'll embrace every ounce of pressure you weigh on me. I'll make it work, I'll destroy it and put it right back together and you'll love it, dammit, you'll love it. This is my disorder, you can't take it. You can't cure me of it. It is my only order, my only solace, my peace & my pain. It is everything to me, while you are nothing but a portrait. My portrait.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

All the dead poets && painters.

My Blog

Yes,

I said it. You have no idea what it's like to be a Cancer with the grip of a steel vice & to make matters worse, to be insanely in love with a Cancer whom also has the grip of a steel vice. Here we ar...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Aug 2009 23:02:00 GMT

Some Boy

His mouth parts as the dead see,to obtain extacy, all the depth and weight on his infancy,stole away all his fancy&replaced his world with tragedy.
Posted by on Tue, 04 Aug 2009 18:14:00 GMT

Addiction?

It's me, it's my brain. Need not what destroys you, but I need what makes me breathe. Music, alone, is not enough anymore. Dancing, alone, I've come to lazy & dead for. But it's cold & it's cold rushi...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 02:40:00 GMT

Grandfather.

He clumsily wiped the knat from his oversized glassesand said, "Well, I tried."I felt sorry for him,that old man.He tries,for redemption, maybeand no one realizes,only pass him by.
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jun 2009 06:05:00 GMT

My Bulimic Cat

My catshe eats her foodand laterup it comesShe's all normal one momentstaring off with herbig, green, curious eyesand the nexther neck extendsthosebig, green, curious eyesbecomebig, protruding, horrif...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 20:47:00 GMT

Just venting (People)

Seriously, I am so god damn sick of people. Stop coming to my house. Stop ringing my doorbell. Go away, go to your own damn house or  atleast CALL before you decide to come over...I don't answer the h...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 18:21:00 GMT

I've been thinking...

That I really don't live up to what I say, that people make mistakes. Forgiveness is essential and though I've forgiven him, I continue to pry for information. Yes, I like to make sure I know the abso...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 17:33:00 GMT

Ninety-seven

The roof was high,but I climbedAndas the cool wind blew through my hair,and through meit arrivedquietlyHe said,"I love you." and I fell again,with so much happinessand bliss filling my once empty core...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 01:36:00 GMT

Just blabbing.

My mommy always use to tell me I need to graduate so that I can get a good job. She stopped saying that after the recession went under way. Aha! Besides, I'm content with working three to five jobs fo...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 16:06:00 GMT

Ninety-nine.

There you go,off on a rambling rampagewith your fingerstyping any hurt, woeis you with your glass of champagneand your black inked pentwirling till you're left with no paintoo harsh to understandwith ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 11:59:00 GMT