| I am a fleshy reincarnation of your god, not your scene. I am always thinking what you are not. I don't shower a lot. If you have a problem with me, keep your mouth closed until you confront me; the key to digging holes is learning when to stop. My hands are always trembling. I notice everything. I talk when I get nervous. The ocean talks to me. I was born of steel, and baptized in fire on accident. I'm a curious person, I'll explore something even if I know its dangerous. I bite. I am a people climber; your head is just another step. Your social status means nothing to me. I live by one law only: resist or serve. As much as I hate to admit it, I've become more forgiving. I have a silver tongue. If I choose to do so I could devastate the way you think. I am so reckless. I bite my nails. I am half machine. I'm naked as much as possible. I value my friends' lives above yours, always. I am not easily forgotten. I am godless, a realist, a cynic, drugfree, painfree, and constantly hallucinating. I am devious, vain, and confident beyond belief. I am a writer. I am not subject to change. I am extremely stereotyped. I have listened to the languages of despair; they are the songs the wind whispers when no one wishes to listen. I think now I shall embrace the silence. |









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Why do people kill people, who kill people, to show people that to kill people is bad? ~Lora
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