IPOD
RADIO
age: 23 (May 24, 1985)
MEMBER SINCE: January 2008
occupation: walking art gallery
gets me hot: Role Playing.....
body mods: let's see... check out my fucking pictures. i don't have time for this one.
crush: Apathy...other than that, it's pretty open. you can apply at anytime.
stats: depends which planet i'm on.
sign: gemini.... oh yeah. there's 2 sides of me, baby.
makes me sad: working a shitty job. going to school for political science. girls being cunts for no good reason other than they are stuck up. watching this fucking earth turn to shit on a daily basis.
fantasy: people to get their heads straight and take a look at what is real. your cars, your hair,your make up. it's all not there. it doesn't fucking exist. what matters is who you are. your body isn't even there. i wish everyone would realize they can be anything they want to be, don't conform to what anyone fucking says for any fucking reason. be free. tell yourself the TRUTH.
makes me happy: talking to people who have half a fucking brain and something intelligent to say. meditating, watching the trees sway. being in the forest by myself or with friends. being in the city, on a rooftop at night. where i can look out at the desert of pavement and cry for all that was lost.
into: Tattooing, Watching others be tattooed, Getting tattooed, hanging out with my pack of friends, bonfires, being in the woods completely self sufficient, the ocean, being completly anti-racist, trying my best to be kind to everyone i meet and keep up my activism at a steady pace.
i lost my virginity: not telling...
My mind is melting and running down my face in streaks of watermelon.
The street i live on and stumble over turns to green and pink smudges in the shape of my bare foot prints to show people where i've been and where i'm headed.
My mind is getting weaker, my tolerance stronger.
The pain is as intense as losing the person you love most, like a fucking dagger being stabbed in ten places at once and spun, spun the fuck out again.
The deeper i go into myself the more shallow it all seems.
Things i try to do are blocked by cement barricades stating "avoid heavy penalty".
What would you do for the person you love? the PEOPLE you love?
This... Girl, yeah you... our lives collided like two missles headed for nowhere. We are 2 missles headed for nowhere, no plans, no actions, no strength to overcome our opposition.
i just want to say fuck it all, collapse next to you, feel your warmth (because it is the only warmth i know) and absorb your energy. synthetic and natural.
The same perpetrator is taking over my life to the point where I cannot control it anymore. I feel like i am killing myself, slowly, like it should be.
What is the point of death if it isn't painful? You should have to earn it, feel every second, to appreciate your life you "lead".
What am i leading right now? The search for the things that make me happy leads me down streets with the signs written in french, down back roads and farmland where the farmers are probably not kind.
All of this to get to a piece of unguarded concrete where she will wait. wait for my fucking return. AGAIN.
My veins are hot. My blood is like FIRE. my brain is fucking boiling. hallucinations cannot even help me now.
The things i love and want are always ripped from my hands, fingernails and all-gone. the pain doesn't even affect me anymore because it's been so intense...
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Apathy