kossimarsalsa
Profile
I’m just a teenager.
Yes that’s right
Another one.
I hang out with a bunch of psychopaths, I love them dearly, they are all a little strange (which is the main reason I like them, in the words of Lucy “who wants to be attracted to someone normal?”). I am an aspiring artist and I’m trying to learn most of all, and possibly hone some skillzz. Ready to try out no stuffs, ready for a whole lot of perspective change really,
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Collection of odd words:
raspberry
tart
eskimo
mint slice
pagan
vampyre
exquisite
arcane
Fricassee
bizarre
mimic
lurid
wanton(n)ess
mediocre
meandre
compile
Groups
kossimarsalsa is a member of Beginner's Expressions, Bits and Pieces , Black and White Photography, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Candid Photography, Challenge Café, Emotive Photography - Not Happy Campers, Experimental, Light and Reflection, Melbourne & Victoria, Monsters Ink, Musical Art, Mysteries of the Common, Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales, Painting with Light, Self as Other, Self Portrait, Shoot The Moon, Six Words Only, StreetArt and Toys and Puppets.
Clothing
Writings
Monsters
I lie under the covers, cradling a hunk of metal, the bundle of cheap foreign electronics which keeps me close to you. The sickly sweet passage of your tongue appears on the screen, from far away fami…
Meowity
‘Meow’ she said / Softly, / Sternly, / Warmly. / The night was bright in the light of the silver moon, it shone down in her smooth skin like sequins glittering. Her feather boa trailed behind her …
Something in the way
The waiting hurts, / The shiver down my spine / Hurts. The feel of you, / The dents in my skin / Where your hands / Touched, / All fades into obscurity. Your eyes on my face / Looking away / Nev…
Falling
Take me away / Into the night / Were your face is etched in a light I can’t see, / And your hands pass through my skin / Like sweat Take me away / To the edge of existence / Where your face meets…
Trains
I The train is where I just exist / No school / No friends / To please / To comfort, / To lie to. / A place where I can write / And listen, / To the sounds and the music / In my head. I can sit…
Possessive
But you don’t understand / You need me here, / Honey / You need my shining face / My glistening arms / Pining you to the floor / The black hair in your eyes / You’ll miss me / Too, / My strong han…
















