For the record, I am depressing and full of anger, My work isn’t traditional and is repetitive in the scheme of such things. It’s what I enjoy, I enjoy peoples hardships, Because those times are when we learn the most, When we understand the most about ourselves, And can be the strongest. Those are the times when human perseverance kicks in and we overcome. I firmly believe the only way we can progress is to feel like we are regressing.
I enjoy the works of Slam Poets, because they tell me what I don’t want to tell myself. I enjoy artist, musically, that seem depressing (In their sound, You know single guitar, Maybe a steady drum beat, If a back up singer its a single female trained in classical opera but sings like shes talking), simply because again, they tell me what I don’t want to tell myself, And I think hearing it from an outside source makes it not my own thoughts. But they are.
I listen to a song called Outlaws, by Joe Pury Once a week. A ritual to say. I can talk myself into or out of anything and I can lie without second thought. Some days I wonder if I have the ability to perceive right and wrong. Or if there is a right and wrong.
I was raised to fear God, but when I thought about it I changed the G to a g, and realized there is no god. There might be a Goddess. But no god.
But aside goes the mental aspect of me.
I have three tattoos. They are small but I like them. People don’t understand what they are and I like that even more. One on each of the interior sides of my legs, Below the knee. And one on the underside of my left wrist.
I don’t have any peircings, I don’t know why.
I draw, I write, I drink, If I could set myself on fire and not be scarred, I would every day.
I like dinosaurs. I like coffee. I like viatmin water.
My favorite smell is that of Honeysuckles. My favorite noise is that of a high heel shoe on a hard surface. That click clack, pit pat noise.
Some days I find it a sin to grin. While others I can’t stop laughing. I enjoy the rain and I enjoy the cold. I like horror movies because it’s nice to feel my heart beat. I like comedy movies because it’s nice to feel my voice turn into a laugh uncontrollably. I like movies. I’m obsessive compulsive with chapstick, and the idea of marriage scares me.
I like to say the word , fucker. It has a nice ring. People don’t like it when I say goddamn. I do. So I say it to myself. My favorite book is “Invisible Monsters” by Chuck Palahniuk.
I don’t know if I believe in relationship love. I believe in my own form of True love (that of no conditions and zero judgements). But as far as being in love with somone because you do so, Is almost absurd to me.
I love quotes. I love the way horses look. People are stupid. And I’m a person.
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