ooo a mix....anything from rnb to heavy metal lol System of a Down,Pendulum,Emilie Autumn, Korn, David Bowie, Evanescence,Chemical Brothers,Franz Ferdinand, Aerosmith,Rammstein,Basement Jaxx,Lenny Kravitz Muse, Foo Fighters, Marylin Manson, James Morrison, Keane, James Blunt, Paulo Nutini, , Lily Allen, Amy Winehouse, Leona Lewis, Kanye West, Snoop Dogg, Beyonce, Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, Mariah Carey...the list is endless
MOVIES & TV
Most Tim Burton and Johnny Depp films. Edward Scissorhands, Pirates of the Carribean, Sleepy Hollow, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Interview with the Vampire, Queen of the Damned, The Craft, Lolita, Alladin and most disney films, One flew Over the Cukoo's Nest, Girl interrupted, the Colour Purple, Mean Girls, The Shining, Poltergeist.
BOOKS
Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles. Novels from horror/fantasy genre. Vladimar Nabrokov's "Lolita" is a masterpiece.
TURN ONs
Intelligence, eccentricity (They have to be really weird or having something unusual about them) lol, funny, sweet natured and good looks help. (Hispanic or mederterranian men with long hair are extremley attractive)
TURN OFFs
arrogance,anger and fatties lol
HOBBIES
going out and getting drunk, clubbing, breaking men's hearts.
The best word to descirbe me is probably "eccentric", I've been told i have a wild personality with a somewhat good but twisted sense of humour. I may come off as overwhelming or OTT but thats just the way i am. I have some amazing friends whom I love with all my heart. They make life fun and exciting. I also thank god for creating one of the most beautiful species on earth- The man. lol
Okay I suppose I should write about what hobbies and activities I like to do in my spare time....If your not already bored, free to read on and find out more about me......I like dancing drawing, painting, writing, reading,Shopping for alternative clothes and expressing my outer beauty, kisses, especially those with a (really handsome man and the chemistry and passion is immense) and hugs and watching Tim Burton and Johnny Depp films.I also like to listen to emotive music, the music that really moves me...this tends to be by Emilie Autumn, David Bowie and Korn.
Have you ever walked by a derelict sleeping in a doorway???....I have often wondered what path led them to be in that doorway...how madness could so destroy them.......Here is one man's explanation!
I hope you enjoy
The Beguiled
She asked a question of me, it reverberates in my head---she asked me if I’m happy, if I’d be happier when I’m dead. I find myself now thinking, of the choices I have made---pretty sure my soul is damned, surely that is better left unsaid.
Dark thoughts spawn uneasiness, birthplace of my dread---perhaps I should consider, what occurs when we are dead. If only death would bring surcease, deliver me from pain---no longer seeking evil pleasures, bring me innocence once again. Such thoughts as these accompany me, tonight's journey has no ending---no solace for my tortured soul, I am trapped within this foul intending. Knowledge gained so long ago, demands that I fulfill---fell obligations to this power, seeking someone's dreams to kill.
Majik surging deep inside me, causing my obscene erection---desperate to complete my task, no time now for such introspection. Sounds of gnashing teeth assail me, at my entry to the shrine---acolytes of Satan's promise, on the floor their limbs entwined. And there upon the ornate altar, writhing to the ancient chanting---nameless woman gestures to me, unsurprised I find I'm panting. Which daemon is it now constrained, within my human form---who takes this willing offering, that the world can be transformed?
How many times, how many places---how many women beckoning---I can’t remember all their faces. This daemon that’s inside of me, fulfills his ritual mating---which writhing member’s dream’s fulfilled, which lusts were consummated? I think I have an answer now, to my daughter’s question---an answer now so long forgotten, a matter tied to indiscretion. Some of our youthful choices, often glibly made in haste---can grow to such proportions; they can lay our lives to waste.
I implore you gentle listener, please take these words to heart... Power gained from others' suffering, has no wisdom to impart!
I was looking through some older stuff, and this caught my eye...Hope you enjoy!
Neophyte
Incautious neophyte, wandering aimlessly---exploring borders, questing shamelessly... For secrets hidden, from mortal awareness---her innocence making her, unforgivably careless. Stumbling upon sour earth---foul pregnant entity giving birth... To one whose awful name inspires---malignant dreams, demented mortal desires.
Birth signifying, death of dreams---beauty forever lost, birth-mother screams... Writhing and moaning, changeling clawing inside her...birthblood jetting, pooling beside her. Into our plane, nightmare born again---neophyte aghast, driven nearly insane. Grotesque incarnation, seems to be grinning---gazing coldly at mother, dreaming of sinning.
Backing away, neophyte desperately striving---for surcease, from the image of this changeling arriving. Frantic noises,unkowingly spoken---bowels voiding in horror, darkest dread still unspoken. Birth-mother grunts, changeling's foul actions resuming---suckling mother's teat, her life-force consuming. Sated for now, changling casually disdains---this dried husk once his mother, all that remains.
Inching carefully away, elders must be advised---foul abomination lives, birthed before her eyes. This thought paramount, neophyte swiftly fleeing---away from this abattoir, her wide eyes unseeing. Distance desired, from this unthinkable depredation---away from cruel changling, seeking salvation. Stinking breath on her neck, suddenly discerned---claws severing flesh, somehow unconcerned... Curiously calm, she finds herself on the ground---desperate screams go unheeded, for there's no one around.
Changling capers in glee, such despicable carnage arouses... Thoughts of succulent mortals, asleep in their houses.
Here is the newest….I am afraid it comes from the dark side, lol…..Not for the young or faint-hearted…..I hope you enjoy!
Desperation
Swirling cloud of desperation, sweeps across her soul---this awful lonliness, such desolation...too awful to behold. Never in her reckoning, not once in all these years---has truth been so unkind to her, she sheds another bitter tear. Daughter of such perfect darkness, using others' fears---existing on the fringes, broken hearts...her souveniers. Who is this pagan stranger, allowed access to her world---a cunning beast inside of her, cruel daemon from the nether-world?
Looking in the mirror, is that a blemish she discerns---another fucking disappointment, to add to her concerns? Groaning from the other room, interrupts such ruminations---sounds as if he's stirring there, aware now...of her desperation. That strutting bytch aggravated her, grated on her nerves---he will watch that bytch's suffering, no less than he deserves. Rueful smile parts her lips, craving carnal satisfaction---retribution gained this night, will end that bytch's...two-faced actions.
Weeping from the corner, excites her rising passion---pathetic bytch cowers on the floor, begging for...her kind compassion. She glances at the pair of them, what did they think she'd do---"Am I someone to trifle with, someone to be abused?" Squatting down beside the bytch, making sure that he can see---she displays the razor in her hand...her desire now set free. Screaming echoes in her ears, as she sets about her chore---deftly she removes the nose, she just can't stand this whore! Rising slowly she turns to him, showing him her prize---"will you still desire her, find pleasure 'tween her parted thighs?"
As she leaves, she glances backwards...at her mother's other daughter... Bleeding freely, that awful wound...ensures her sister won't defy her.
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