...She was trapped in a fire of her own making. In a house that didn't exist. And she was going to die there.... ********************************(*)********************************** I still believe in Wonderland, twisted dreams and nightmare fairytales... this is the fate of man, and not even the gods can save you from the terrors of the night. Better then to be victim of bloodlust than slave to vanity... there will always be glinting knives to cut you to the bone... ...and I still dream up six impossible things by breakfast...
My Wish List
"No matter how vivid your dreams, they do not begin to approach the reality in depravity, intensity, or tenure." ~Viconia
Take On Me
My Music
"Pressed against her face, I could feel her insecurity. Her mother'd been a drunk and her father was obscurity. Nothing ever came from a life that was a simple one. Pull yourself together now and have a little fun." ~Flogging Molly
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Bam! To behold, a public bulletin board, built of both brilliance and barbarity by bastards with boners. This bastion, no mere bulwark of boredom, is a brutal barrage of blistering bullshit, barely benevolent...but behind the bigotry and boobs, beyond the bitter broadcasts of bragging buffoons: here be the body politic. A brotherhood of blasphemy blessed with more balls than brains, battling the bland, the bogus, the benign. Bedlam? Bring it on. But I babble...better to be brief.
"Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-a-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." ~ V for Vendetta
Stream of Consciousness Reflections (PSY 3312, Deviant Behavior)
Spinning through the void, Thoughts consumed by darkness, Losing hope; life careening out of control: In effect, going berzerk. Depression prevails; attention turns toward rusty blades... ...a bottle of pills ...the gun in the closet
*Twitch in Perspective*
Alone in the crowd, outside looking in. Unnoticed? Nonexistent. Consciousness denies itself, Can't believe anything is Real. Everything goes wrong, Agitated... ...anxious ...and so damn tired of trying; I've stopped believing in myself.
Fuck positive outlook, why prolong this life?
Leaving here today, leaving it all behind. A fresh start? A new me? Not a chance. Ever. Maddeningly Incessant Internal Monologue, Monotonous in its persistence. Message is always the same: Fading from existence... ...Reality Check Protons, Neutrons, Electrons, Synapses firing through gray sludge, Disturbing images dancing on the inside of my skull. No one sees...Doesn't matter.
*Another Twitch*
Shifting through my world of Shadows; Gazing over the edge at empty oblivion, Soul lost in its inky depths. One foot in it... Can't take much more. Another small nudge, All it'll take. Miniscule nudge presses from a corner of the brain... All it takes...
...Giving up the fight.
Falling into the abyss, Twisting... ...breaking ...psyche shattering on a deserted alien shore. Hollow eyes reflected in pools of tears; I can't handle this anymore - My mind's been raped. Descending into nothingness, Spinning through the void...
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them. ~Anais Nin
Hello.This is a polite well-meaning warning to whoever may read it. People sending spam to homepages offering IMVU credits for sale are fake.You will receive nothing for your money and they may steal your card details. It's against IMVU rules yet continues-like silly chain-letters:( They mainly target new users who are still learnng their way on IMVU. These spammers are not (as some of them say) 'a friend of you'! Please do not be another vicitim.We CAN beat these cheats. 'Spam the spammers' is the motto of my organisation GAGS
'Group Action Gags Spammers'. We report these peoples homepages and post warnings.This will continue until IMVU accepts responsibility and takes action! Silly multiple warnings is not a good enough response. I saw 12 on one fake homepage! They should disable these straight away wherever they are found. Loyal IMVU users money is being stolen and these scammers are left to continue.Why? IMVU inaction - NO. Direct action - Yes!! Join me in this? Kind regards - Susiexxx (Hugs) :