((I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl.))
Let it be known that if I ever started killing people, there would probably be none of you left. I'm a God in Japan. In the grand scheme of things, I'm extraordinarily selfless--I suppose that the little things have to go my way for me to be comfortable, though. Ironically, I've learned to ignore the bigger inconveniences thanks to that loving trait affectionately dubbed, "apathy." I have a gift with people, by some unfortunate stroke of luck. I can get into people's minds, calm them, soothe them and otherwise have them confide unto me their deepest little bits and pieces. Somehow, this makes me feel as though I have some semblance of a purpose in life. I like to consider myself realistic. I also like Hello Kitty and making people cut themselves. I like my friends with a little drop of poison.
People have told me I'm a sociopath countless times at this juncture in my life, but I've still found myself reluctant to believe this accusation to be true. After all, I give good massages and make awesome sandwiches. Incidentally, I have a way with women, gay men, Asians, dads, black people and most animals. Again, the gift...I didn't ask for it. Comes with the territory. On the other end of the spectrum, however, most old women, teenagers, Mustang owners, rent-a-cops and children make me nervous and irritated. Also, note that I'm not obligated to be an idiot. If you can't form coherent sentences via keyboard, don't talk to me. I'm a deep thinker, not a feeler, and I'm a fighter, not a lover. I like my steaks rare and constant adventure.
My interests include (but are not limited to): Stickin' it to the man, murals, getting hammered when it's 5 o'clock somewhere, Ship's Mast, surving college math, using all the hot water in the house, massages that don't hurt, grueling exercise, getting money for nothing, blaspheming, becoming a more efficient performer, mixing drinks, finding time for Netflix, fluffy bunnies, Hello Kitty, horror movies, seduction, baking cakes and other treats, touching the koi at the zoo, manicures, pedicures, nailing my window shut, the economy, candles, Italian perfume, costumes, painting my face, jungle fever, writing exquisite love letters, calligraphy, getting the employee discount everywhere I go, independent movies that don't suck, psychedel-euphoria, notoriously high heels....
Let it be known that if I ever started killing people, there would probably be none of you left. I'm a God in Japan. In the grand scheme of things, I'm extraordinarily selfless--I suppose that the little things have to go my way for me to be comfortable, though. Ironically, I've learned to ignore the bigger inconveniences thanks to that loving trait affectionately dubbed, "apathy." I have a gift with people, by some unfortunate stroke of luck. I can get into people's minds, calm them, soothe them and otherwise have them confide unto me their deepest little bits and pieces. Somehow, this makes me feel as though I have some semblance of a purpose in life. I like to consider myself realistic. I also like Hello Kitty and making people cut themselves. I like my friends with a little drop of poison.
People have told me I'm a sociopath countless times at this juncture in my life, but I've still found myself reluctant to believe this accusation to be true. After all, I give good massages and make awesome sandwiches. Incidentally, I have a way with women, gay men, Asians, dads, black people and most animals. Again, the gift...I didn't ask for it. Comes with the territory. On the other end of the spectrum, however, most old women, teenagers, Mustang owners, rent-a-cops and children make me nervous and irritated. Also, note that I'm not obligated to be an idiot. If you can't form coherent sentences via keyboard, don't talk to me. I'm a deep thinker, not a feeler, and I'm a fighter, not a lover. I like my steaks rare and constant adventure.
My interests include (but are not limited to): Stickin' it to the man, murals, getting hammered when it's 5 o'clock somewhere, Ship's Mast, surving college math, using all the hot water in the house, massages that don't hurt, grueling exercise, getting money for nothing, blaspheming, becoming a more efficient performer, mixing drinks, finding time for Netflix, fluffy bunnies, Hello Kitty, horror movies, seduction, baking cakes and other treats, touching the koi at the zoo, manicures, pedicures, nailing my window shut, the economy, candles, Italian perfume, costumes, painting my face, jungle fever, writing exquisite love letters, calligraphy, getting the employee discount everywhere I go, independent movies that don't suck, psychedel-euphoria, notoriously high heels....
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- My mood is , and quote is "Love is a Verb, here in my Room.".
- I am a 20 year old woman from Arkansas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm painting my face..
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MonkeySmuggler on January 6I got a message you left on Oct 22. Yea, it seems ages ago and I wish I could go back. A lot of things would have been different if I could go back in time. I hate being an adult, but it's not so bad. I saw Thekla at Jacksonville Wal-Mart. She said something about you 2 getting an apartment in Little Rock! Hows that?
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DarkWarrior2025 : Myspace on July 27, 2007You have one? if so.... contact me... Look me up I'm on there.... Just do I search for †FallenOne†
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nightwalker- : shadows dont lie on July 3, 2007BOO!
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Lone Defender : ... on February 7, 2007Great contest, and thanks for the bronze. Good luck with your next.

