| I spend the majority of my free time immersing myself in art and music. If I am not painting or creating something hopefully fantastical, I will normally be conjuring up cacophony with guitars or violins or my badly tuned voice (in secret), otherwise I will be writing some melodramatic nonsense on the notepad application in poem, song or story form. Sometimes I am a bit of a loose screw, I get really jolly and a little bit insane and then a few mintues later I will be a gloomy, stressed, self destructive wreak. During my low periods, I tend to binge drink, consume too many naughty substance and be generally disgusting. I love gnomes, tribal artwork, masks, UV lights, horror stories, the moon and the stars, reading about serial killers, fantasy, the supernatural and necrophilia. I regulary enjoy wearing wonderful dresses and dressing up as a corpse. I also frequently apply facepaint or ridiculous makeup at unappropriate times and locations, much to the dismay of the people associated with me. I'm currently trying to fix my head up a bit, become a bit more sane so I am easier to deal with. I want to live an exciting adventurous life, full of travel and experiences. I hope to inspire people everywhere I go. |
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RagdollThe histrionical ettin ragdoll Splitting at the seamsRagdoll
Sewn back up by a maiden Burdened by her hopes and dreams
Scare her away! Scare her away I say Bite the neck and drain her If she is kind to you she must pay! Make this maiden go away!
She is too old to play with a tattered toy You're just an ugly little ragdoll
She wants to go and play with a real boy A boy can be loved and will fill her with joy
You're ragged and old and stuffed with lies The children curse and discard you 'cause all that surrounds you withers and dies You wou
by ~The-Fallacious-Widow
MoonstruckPath illuminated in sickly golden urine glow The figure galumphed moonstruck, cold and alone Its statue exterior, an apatheic mask fraudulently hiding events that just pastMoonstruck
The banshee wailed its deafening screech Now so furious that this figure is not yet deceased It flees away on an undistorted path But shall one day return in hope of inflicting its wrath
The figures mind glides in vacant space while its footsteps stumble on shattered glass Its seasaw emotions, ceased to exist during the hours that currently pass
Ocean of mood stuck in suspended ani
by ~The-Fallacious-Widow
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- Current Residence: New Zealand
- Interests: Music, Writing, Art, Films, Horror, Festivity, Nonsense, Atrocities, Adventure
- Favourite movie: The Evil Dead, Sin City, Dawn of the Dead, High Tenison, Figh Club, Silent Hill, Braindead, Se7en
- Favourite band or musician: Siouxsie & the Banshees, The Cure, The Doors, Cinema Strange, Misfits, Syd Barrett, The Clash
- Favourite genre of music: Post-Punk, 70's Punk Rock, Psychedelic Rock, Dark Cabaret, Tribal
- Favourite style of art: Art from the imagination and the heart
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
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"Occam's Razor. The simplest explanation is almost always somebody screwed up." -House
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"Where there's no emotion, there's no motive for violence."
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Increase the peace.
ETHAN! LOL!!!!!
tis me Daniel.
Bwahahaaaa, good to see u havn't changed a bit.
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Quirk: be wierd and irksome. I am.
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Feed your head.
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