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Created on 2004-07-08 15:59:39 (#3741729), last updated 2004-07-16

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This is a totally PRIVATE journal and my public/friends only one is going to be the only friend I add to this account.

Bio? Name? Age? Location? Fuck that bullshit, I'd rather gouge out my eye with the spoon I just used to eat your asshole with. A wannabe emo kid with all the problems of a ex-rapist now making his name as the leader of the darkest Mafia in the whole of the west country. A metal bar pushed through the skin above my left eye, perfect peenk make up surrounds both of them. An ebony mane against an ivory background. I'm no goth. Stuck inbetween? Maybe I'll never know. Big feet and big hands, a big heart and big eyes. Big fuckin' tits but the smallest and blackest soul you'll come across. Incomplete. Isolated. Agonised. Mature yet childish. A headache to some. A care bear to others. Worshipped like she's the creator of the sky. Pérféct by naturé.

She threw it all away
My angel died that day
No one came
No one cared

-[smiles]-First off I'd like to say that Leesa Sterner makes me smile more than anyone else ok? GOTHAT? GOT MILK? Ok, she's my luff. No one compares ♥. Secret admirers. Flowers. Apples. Lip gloss. Candles. Stars. Moons. Sexually transmitter infections. Root beer. Blood. Guts. Guns. Cuts. Eminem. Zinc. Death. Pimples. Pineapples. Uhm. Water. Bread. Ankles. Toe pupils. Sweets. Feet. Hot wax. Boys. Girls. Dogs. Cats. Cheese. Hair. Make-up. Bars. Panties. Cock. Glass. Crayons. Bicycles. Leesa again ♥. Fishnets. Skirts. Cushions. Swimming. Trees. Harry Potter. Fish (preferrably alive). Wrist bands. Peenk earrings. Bling. Public holidays. Razorblades. Clay. Pepsi. Buterrflies. Rainbows. Drawings. Machine guns. Scars. Kicks. High boots. Socks. Being hugged. Holding hands. Walking someone to the station and reinacting games. Love-letters. Icing sugar. Black rubber bangles. Hammocks. My leetle elephant teddy I had since I was born. 'Friends'. Cellular devices and the conversations I have on them. Swallowing knives. Grazed knees. Short hair. Long hair. No hair. Piercings. Tattoos. Kissing. Singing in the shower, blood on the tiles. Skipping in the park. Silver bracelets. Polka dots. Black eyes. Fist fights.

-[frowns]- Me. Green eyes. Gems. Wood. Animal cruelty. Drugs. Smoking. God. Cars. Bugs. Couches. English TeeVee. Steel. Parents, They shoulda stuck me in a fuckin' basket, pushes me onto a lake and let the wolves raise me. Woulda done a much better fuckin' job. Band aids. Scabs. War. Bush. Blair. Tomatoes. Being poor. Glasses. Burned out light bulbs. Bridges. Chicekn flavoured crisps. Bangs. Friends. Deceit. Loyalty. Trust. Weddings. Dead grass. Dead flowers, dead animals, dead anything. Cracked glass. Being hungry. Fire. Ambulances. Depression. Me...