I miss myself.


And I amI am FateAnd I am
Upon sweeping wings.
I am Death In utero
I am Desire In all glorious splendor
I am Gaia and now you know.
We are Creator Life is ours to mold
I am a Destroyer ruthless killer
I am a Mother my child is Myself.
I am Primal primitive and vengeful
I am Ebonessae The labirynth's fuel
I am just a Faerie Crimson's twisted tool.
And now you know. I am.


For the bastard.Forced into my head Why are you still here?! I've told you to leave...many times Why can't you haunt someone else I don't care to watch you anymore Parading new whores in front of me. Is there even a reason? A purpose to try and wrench your way back into my life? Perchance I should flaunt my newfound happiness? Like a diamond set in your blood. How do you like it? When I fight back? Just wait.... You ain't seen nothing yet. BITCH.For the bastard.


Inner WorkingsI have misconceptions about reality, I have doubts about emotions I feel more purely than an angel, I believe that everyone wants to fuck me, even though only I want to touch this body. I think that no one loves me, but talks about me when I'm not around. I believe murder is the most humane form of entertainment, I wish the world would fall into a hole and rot there.Inner Workings
I want to line each person up and tell them exactly what I think of them, I want to be happy for more than a moment. I wish to be the hunted, and not the rutheless killer I've become. I wish my beauty could show to someone other than
Well, there's always next year...
Blarg, blarg blarg Honk.
X
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Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don't go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.
~Banksy
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Would you sleep with me in eternity, if I offered a place in my heart?
...but yes - definately good with corn flakes.
I'm good babes - watcha bin upto these past months?
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Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don't go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.
~Banksy
Thank you for all your support over the last year.
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There is nothing that you could say to make the sun shine brightly and the chill escape from my bones. Nor is there a thing you could draw that would catch my interest so much that I would fall madly in love with you. It is all in how you act - that is
Yer so cool.
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So...Hi!
E-mail me I need to talk to you about something.
InsrNe@hotmail.com
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~All I hear is your silence...
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