I am a 20 year old Gaian. Been here since my freshman year so I'm a few years old. I love drawing avi art and will do it for you for pretty cheap specially since Im questing my a** off. I am bisexual and tend to throp around the word Lesbian more often then not. Though I do love a good shlong now and then. I tend to be obsessive about questing and when I get my sights set on something I pretty much lose sleep till it is in my grasps. Though every now and then I attempt a demon horn quest and it is quelled after spending like 40$ on here and then I lose interest... Sad Sad Sad day. I write poetry and I write it a lot. I love a good RP. Any RP really. I like them all. O.O Cept the marriage ones. If I wanted to marry someone I wouldn't try and RP it. Just freaks me out. I have a baby phobia. They are scary little sacks of meat. I dunno. That is about it. I love good RP's so if you have any good ones let me know I'm literate out the a** and I love to multi that s**t up!

EDIT ( DUDE) : ^-- That is so old. XD I am married now. Lol! And 23



Some of my Poetry!



A Cautionary Tale
Humpty dumpty wasn't an egg.
Scrumptious carnage dogs will beg,
Humping dimpled dumplings gnomes,
Homeless homes for plastic bones,
Discord comes as warrior patchwork,
Lessons in the evening stones,
Mushroom people dance around,
Humpty dumpty's bloodie mound.

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Forever a in a trap of love

Even now, I still think of you
Furious dreamer, relentless destroyer of comfortable realities.
You broke mine so easily, that shouting night
I saw dancing insects crawl and float around my bed until dawn.

Where do I go now? What do I do?
As if all my life built up to nothing,
as if all my strife was puppet strings
and im tangled, mangled, still dreaming of your meaningless forgiveness
that will never come

floating so far from the ground, you could always conjure
a thousand reasons I am wrong
And sometimes I think a few of them are right
And sometimes I wish wish wish

to shave my head, hide alone, lie in bed for hours stoned

like the way things used to be
do you remember how hopeful we were?

We really believed we would save it all,
the trees, the stars, the mountains, the minds of lost children,
as if the universe had labored aoens through forgotten prophecies innumerable

just to create us.

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all my friends are beautiful gorgeous sacred whores

I want to jump on the candy wagon

but a bunch of stupid hippie ******** are trying to drag me down

with "you didn’t vacuum enough"

and "stop calling me about the deposit"

time to bake cookies and contemplate what the consequences of ******** with the spooky kids should be.

i mean...if you want to ******** us, that’s one thing

but ******** with us, and you go down.

poor poor little babies....

science fiction double feature

but really, really miss Rowanne what on earth are you talking about?

well actually sweetie, im not talking about earth

im talking about the laws of pluto

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what the ******** is happening to me?
Useless screams.
Disintegrating Dreams
whine online, it's a great time.


this is not what I dreamed, not what I envisioned,
it feels like everything is turning to s**t
feels so lonely , so bored, so hungry, feels so powerless,

i sing silly happy little songs to keep the darkness away
when I was high I could feel the darkness inside of me,
a parasite, a sickness, reaching out reaching up, trying
to completely destroy whatever fragile balance I had
constructed, feels like some dark spark burst into my reality,
some dark seed, SOMETHING FEELS VERY WRONG TO ME
what am i going to do

the worst part is the familiarity, the deja vu, the flashbacks

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QUESTION FROM MY THERAPIST: HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO MOVE THROUGH THE CHAOS?

I AM A SICK WRETCH of misery with no one to catch me but it dont matter ive fallen and broken so many times theres nothing left to save, i wander these streets, a shaking twitching implosion is my morning monotony, so i just dream of autonomy, look out over the oily sea, wish I was selfish enough to throw myself in.

I am the burning wreck of shuttered sky and staring eyes that dies in the bleeding technicolor twilight of my city.

the city swallowed us smothered us in smog, blank faces left us wild eyed with nowhere to hide, hopelessly hunting that oasis of promised autonomy, we found not even traces, only the monotony of blank faces droning by as if we were powerless databytes and all our paths powerlines, our dreams sines and cosines in the sick formula that built these mezzanines of monoliths scraping at the sky, nightmare of a million prisoners who never ask why.

we wandered the mezzanine of the chic shopping mall / ghosts drifting through boutiques / knowing weeks of work would barely amount to one blouse.

I dreamt of the most beautiful boy. I fell in love. There were names, confusing. (Ed? Ann?) But I remember we were in a car together and hes sitting on my lap, I tell him hes my exquisite corpse. he smiles shyly, blushes, looking down, flattered im looking at him so intensely. I kiss him on the cheek. First thing I remember I was with him and mom and dad. we were in a big van driving to an Alexander residence. he was just an aquantance then, a mysterious guest. there was also a model ship by the side of the road. it was big and red. asked him if he wanted it, he said yes. I told my "'mom and dad" please stop the car were walking back to find the model ship then well walk the rest of the way to the house. we get out of the car. its cold. we start talking. we cant find the ship all along the streets. there are boys in beds sleeping and we dont want to wake them. it doesnt matter that we cant find the ship. we forget about it. hes beautiful, big eyes, light stubble. slightly grungy clothes. very spiritual, shy. we were in a car. a beautiful boy was driving us to a hotel room. i feel beautiful. sexy. im taking off my clothes throwing them away. he takes them. and casually tries to wear them. gets embarrassed. we have powerful conversations. meeting me has awakened something powerful in his spirit. something like a destiny.

we spoke of our generation. i said we were a generation of atheists and agnostics. we believed in nothing. something had to change. but ******** politics, you're gorgeous, i said. and I'm kissing you and I'm going to hurt you.

then i wake up.

that boy, my exquisite corpse, said everybody is just waiting to wake up.

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once upon a withermoon, I filled a tower cursed with smoke / as eternal winter played a tune upon my spine yes / ragtime and hex dust / must call the lust gods/ juggling souls and heart holes / this is how she lost control /

I saw the demon Ragnarok slither through my temple gates devouring my Saviors, savouring my soul

Once upon a whores moon/ i fell into a maze of runes / soon the sacred Sigils withered / demons slithered / slender devils came to kill to break my will / through acres of icons, haunted hexes / Next comes the guant sloth, sanguine eyes, eating my tears when I cry the sun dies / my soul is lost in killing fields / oh poor child kneel to God / ((he doesnt hear you )) //

fear fear the hungry nothing beast. fear fear the hungry nothing beast.

Once upon a chaos crime I danced with the Wine Lord spitting spells prancing round the rim of hells well / snow falls the nothing beast is calling, is coming!! / the drumming has ended / send me away its too late / the fates decided you would die, only God knows why and he spits on you as you cry lying in the excrement bent into a slave. a slave to the nothing beast, a feast, a feast a feast for the nothing beast!

enemy, misery, hear me you had your time / playing a tune of torture on my spine, for nine months like a moth in a candle burning and dying over and over and OVER // NO NO NO NO more crying no more crawling, / I ran into the rain , waged war on pain I am drunk drunk on the blood of the Nothing beast,

I FEAST I FEAST I FEAST ON THE NOTHING BEAST I FEAST I FEAST I FEAST ON THE NOTHING BEAST