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shellydread

Punk as Fuck

About Me

I'm a narcissist with an attitude. I love myself better than you, but fiercely despise Nirvana and everything they stood for, (whatever that was supposed to be). You can find me hanging out in seedy bars or at the roller derby, usually with a beer or two in hand, marinating in a cloud of smoke. I'm firmly against the smoking ban, and sincerely believe that people should do more smoking in public... the smell of smoke is the only thing that can sucessfully block the foul odor of patchouli oil. If you don't like me, I don't like you. If you like me, I still may not like you. I have lots of friends, and someday I might actually hang out with some of them. I have blood blisters on my hands from playing drums, and scars on my knees from falling down drunk. If you have a problem with that, I don't really care.

My Interests

The three D's... Drinking, Drumming and Dancing. Throw in a little drugging and some self worship and that takes up most of my spare time.

I'd like to meet:

People who are unusual and who like to have fun.

Music:

Punk, Punk, Punk and a little bit O' industrial.

My Blog

Life like mine

Friends and beer lots of food puts me in the best of moods talking shit the music loud meeting people in the crowd finding those we like the best to hang around fuck the rest we stay up l...
Posted by shellydread on Sat, 10 Sep 2005 12:13:00 PST

Stifling a scream

Sometimes I feel like screaming but I can't because someone will ask me what's wrong and If I tell them they'll try to fix it or they'll try to fix me but they'll never try to fix what's wrong with th...
Posted by shellydread on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

A Vampire's Kiss

Screaming fills my ears Tasting salty tears Streaming down my face Caught in your cold embrace Razor fangs sink in my skin I feel the pain begin In your deadly grasp My breath begins to rasp I'm ...
Posted by shellydread on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Discordia

I lay her body in the earth Wrapped in a scarf Not nearly as beautiful as she Clods of dirt fall on her limp body As the grey sky opens up And tries to wash away My tears of sorrow There is no comfort...
Posted by shellydread on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Poem

It's raining, It's pouring and you can find me snoring just like the old man in the nursery rhyme I'm snug in my bed Blanket pulled over my head Just like the bug in the rug It's cloudy and grey What ...
Posted by shellydread on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST