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CHRIS.-thats the only name I go by. DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT;Ill rip off your fucking face, this shit is about ME dont use it as your own. __________________________________________ "They try to label us, but they try in vain. We are label-less. We are not popular; but we are social. We are not outcasts; but we stand apart. We are not intelligent; we are deep. We are not silly; we are free. The only thing we have in common with them are the masks we wear, but ours are darker; ours are sliced in half, like our wrists, like our hearts. They call us punks or goths or simply freaks because of the things we do, the clothes we wear, our self-mutilation. Done by knife, needle, or ink. It doesnt matter; to them its just a game, if they get game-over they can start again. To us its simply life; to us game-over is the only escape. Yet, at the same time, game-over is the cowardly way and we scorn and spit on it till our tainted saliva seeps through the false fabric. All these little things we do like piercing our bodies, like tainting our skin, like giving our body freely to those that we think care. These little things we do like pulling the knife across our skin and watching the blood well up over the skin and overflow, spilling. These little things we do, like writing stories of death and drawing pain in its purest form; they are simply declarations. I am Chris, we are here, here is now, now is hell, but then I figure, I might as well make hell as pretty as heaven."-monologue. ________________________________________ I DONT LIKE LIAISON; If youre one of the many girls that talk to millions of different guys and feed them the same mushy-lovey-dovey BULLSHIT, plain and simple..FUCK OFF. Im looking for genuine characters; NOT fucking myspace/stickam-whore-wannabes who are only trying to raise their ego along with their fucking friend count. ________________________________________ With that said, Im a rather gussy-up. Cant you tell? ________________________________________ Im not on myspace or stickam to become "famous" nor am I here to advertise the scene with these kiddie-hopper-internet-MORONS. Im here to simply scream out my opinions and trample over all of you with my outlook on the world and how every single one of you look so fucking fat wearing those size 00 girl pants. To try and sum me up in one word is a task deemed, impossible. An unequal porportional ball full of sass, romantic tendencies, sarcasm, intelligence,and a bit of bitterness held against this world that I was born to lose in, but a hint of stubborness that I refuse to be held down, and live to win from. I prefer to be solitary and refined; while all you simple minded fucks stomp around in your 10 inch stilettos tripping all over one anothers fucking bullshit, Im beneath the wooden floors, planning on how Im going to face this fake fucking world for another day. I use my fist as a microphone, I feel the need to get my point across with blows to the ego, actions speak louder than words. Ive got a strong mind-set toward. My background makes up 99.9% of who I am and who Im destined to be for my years to come. My outlook on love expands from here to the sun. I believe in love at first sight only because Ive experienced it. I wear my heart on my sleeve and that tends to get me in high conflict with the ones Ive given my heart to. I never hold grudges against those that I love and those I have loved in the past. Life is too short to hold immense amounts of odium against those that have been in my life. Though when I find one that I can be myself around and I gain stronger feelings for them, Ive been known to push them away only because Im fearful for my frame of mind. After all that is said Ive got a sweet tooth for naive girls, with a personality the size of fucking Texas. Im just a sick fucking twist that doesnt suggest humoring and/or enjoying oneself, despite all my love and loyalty I like to bite heads off passers by. I seem to be stuck in a reverie of vilification lies, Im blind-sided by the superb outcome of what the world has to offer. ________________________________________ And this is where the alter-ego steps in; Im sorry, I dont like you, and Im glad Im nothing like you, because I'm what every person should be, my own fuckin entourage, I know how to take care of myself. Dont be offended when you compliment me and all I can do is smile politely because your thoughts mean absolutely nothing to me. Ive come to realize I am a bad, bad person. Im red alert and high risk. Your life cant be anywhere near that boring. There must be something safer you can do. If you want to alter your perception then just shoot or sniff, youll be doing far less damage than conversing with me. Spending time with me. Because I seem to have an addictive personality and Im surrounded by grindstone snobs that dont seem to notice nor care the effect I have on them. ________________________________________ I suffer from myself. Prozac, Lithium, Zoloft. Disorders arent a trend; its a way of life. ________________________________________ TRY ME! aim - MyEyesRsetToKill yahoo - myeyesaresetokill msn - myeyesaresettokill@hotmail.com |
