I like wine, but not whining. I like acting, action, action packed etc etc I like to keep moving, forwards, not backwards, you get it. I like to keep writing, right to left, not foreboding. I also like painting, with fingers, toes any weapon of choice. A voice, and a voice through assorted mediums. More voices. I like to smile for no reason, other than to feel like a child. I like to avoid being pretentious, but manage to stumble into pretences like new uniforms. I do like Cadbury’s chocolate; especially when accompanied by hot chocolate. Melted chocolate chunks are comforting, like fire in winter. I like fire places when it’s cold outside, I’d happily curl up in front of one, but the strange looks from onlookers make it an unworthy cause. I like change, I welcome new experiences, I welcome the opportunity, the shedding of skin, the goodbye dead weight, and the freedom. My pretence of this day; I’m a free spirit and I’ll wear it on my sleeve like a badge of honour. That’s a little about me. Now tell me about you.
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Educate me / Or get out / Take no prisoners / Not now / Not ever Take no more / There’s the door / There’s the door Ignorance a bliss / Get away from / My part to play / My mind astray Iâ…
And still they pile them out like cattle, another ritual blessed by society. Fucking spray tans, extensions, Jesus Christ, you want some fucking Botox with your lack of personality Prom Queen? I’ve …
Don’t be a child today / Don’t watch the stars today
Don’t be a child today / Don’t watch the stars today
She’s never known the true meaning of a heart.
The translucent is to be admired against flesh; creating a portrait on glass. A tiffany’s peacock with greens and reds; oh so Art Nouveau, decadent, free flowing curves form a silhouette.