Well, here I am again. Usually about once a year I decide that this whole web-confession must be updated and so I get up off my ass and do something about it. Last year it was bash the Christians, this year I think I am going to just give out the facts and share a poem that I greatly enjoy.
First off, before you even get the thought in your head, I am single, and I live in Atlanta, Ga ...
Now that my ego is fueled because I actually fooled myself into believing anyone would even fathom thinking about asking if I was single .... ONWARDS!
This is probably the only picture which I will display to the public, and that is only because Takhisis would probably display it for me so I deal with it. It is a pic of me in SusiNeito/Rebekkah's kitchen. Yum-Yum dinner! I think the only thing keeping me in Atlanta right now is the people from the channel who live around here. We really are the best Crew in the country. (*neh!*)
I am in a band, Sins of Lust, here in Atlanta. We are not really describable, although most people consider that to be a standard response. I think we are a crunchier version of Bauhaus, but I guess you will just have to decide for yourself supposing we ever make it anywhere outside of the state.
Instead of doing my likes, I will do my dislikes. It is more fun this way, trust me.
1: People who are st00pid. People who have the capacity and means to learn and educate themselves about things which they are speaking, only they don't and come off like total idiots when they talk to me.
Okay, enuff fun with the things I despise. I could probably fill up a few more pages, but that should give you somewhat of an idea about my personality and me. If you can't tell by the picture, I am 6' , 125lbs, black dyed hair (* I know , deal with it*) and blue eyes. There, blah ... enuff about me.
Now, my poem. It is called Razor Scar Remnant and anyone with the Mesmerized by Sirens CD by Black Tape for a Blue Girl will recognize it:
If only I could break my face, she thought; then I could live. If only I could shatter this mask. Which she has hid behind since before she can remember. The beauty she had no desire to retain. Which she had never wanted. It always precedes her; calling out to those, as a cruel welcome; telling all not to probe. Not to question. Not to get too near. Telling all that she seeked to hide. Behind shy and darkened eyes. If only she could shatter. To cast off the worthless pieces; and bury them beneath the cushions and under the warm wooden floor. To be free, at last. Of the bright lights and cold uncaring gaze. Beneath the world of onlookers. Who hated so easily. Who never understood. If only they could see my face, she thought; then I could live. If only I could reveal the empty heart and blackened soul. Cast down by their weight; so afraid and empty. If only I could throw this mask upon the ground and scream my shallow terror. Empty my mind of stifled fears; and drift through a new territory. A haze-like dream. A razor-scar remnant. Floating through the world of faces; who cry now. With pity.
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