age: 31 (May 14, 1981)
MEMBER SINCE: September 2005
occupation: Hot Topic, Designer~*to be renamed* Clothing Co.
into: The great wide open, rebel without a ccclllllluuuueeeeee.
crush: Billie Joe Armstrong and Tre' Cool of Green Day. Oh yeah, corporate rock whore right here.
most humbling moment: My boobs itch.
stats: um
fantasy: ohnonono
i lost my virginity: To the evil satanic couch lord.
body mods: Gauged ears, pierced lip, tattoos. Not enough tattoos.
makes me sad: My finances.
makes me happy: childish things especially kittens.
sign: taurus
BLOGS
Poems
Defending Prince Gunlover
In the mist
and in the moist
in the darkness
there is no choice
Just an angry, spying,
lying spite marked lust.
And a thousand angry angels
might visit you tonight
and if they ask
why you're still alive
and he isn't
what will you say
to defend your life?
He As Me As He
So he falls back onto the bed,
the creases in the sheets become rivers
cold metal lays heavy in his hand
chasing his memories are track-lines tear traces
brown infinity swirls in his veins
and in his heart
In a perfect world he would be here
and whisper something in my ear
just like he does sometimes when I dream
But the cold hard worlds was heavy on his soul,
So he falls back onto the bed.
Defending Prince Gunlover
In the mist
and in the moist
in the darkness
there is no choice
Just an angry, spying,
lying spite marked lust.
And a thousand angry angels
might visit you tonight
and if they ask
why you're still alive
and he isn't
what will you say
to defend your life?
He As Me As He
So he falls back onto the bed,
the creases in the sheets become rivers
cold metal lays heavy in his hand
chasing his memories are track-lines tear traces
brown infinity swirls in his veins
and in his heart
In a perfect world he would be here
and whisper something in my ear
just like he does sometimes when I dream
But the cold hard worlds was heavy on his soul,
So he falls back onto the bed.
OCTOBER 2010
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Aleera