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Indivisible
Surreal is the real
When the afterlife and this mortal plane
Convene, intertwine, reconcile.
Hell, once a daunting abstract vision,
Now an abysmal concrete collision.
Hooded figures approaching,
Their violent leader encroaching
Upon our objectionable humanity.
The inalienable is alien.
We can’t recognize their faces
As they descend in droves
To the promised gates
But the gates are sealed, rusted,
And what lies beyond unknowable,
Formidable, and unforeseen.
The idol on his throne
Has lost his illusory valor.
Guided by ghosts, the land
Is plagued by the cold,
Regression, and an overbearing
Silence as the world continues
To stand still, paralyzed with fear,
Save for Hell’s investors
Lining up to ravage and scavenge.
The signs were always flashing,
Illuminating our passage
Into the desolate wastelands,
The bowels of Hell,
Where we are enclosed by
Brimstone walls twenty feet high,
Confined to our collective cell,
United once and for all.
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Reinvent Yourself: An Appeal to My Self
Reinvent yourself.
I see someone who has survived.
I see someone who has lived and almost died.
I see someone who has endured silently.
I see someone who is strong in body and spirit.
I see someone who is vulnerable and empathetic.
I see someone who is dreamy and romantic at the core.
I see someone who sees the good intentions in others’ eyes.
I see someone in love.
I see someone with direction.
I see someone with valid fears and insecurities,
But who despite it all, is trying her best
To swim, to float, with the current,
Arms linked with her familiars.
I see someone who has finally awakened.
I see my Self.
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Prayer to the Universe
Safe, sober, and clean,
Give me peace, love, and unity,
Navigate the dark terrain,
I need shelter. I need a guiltless existence.
Help me to protect myself from self-fulfilling prophecies.
I need kindness. I need ascendence.
I bow before the majesty of the Earth’s descendants,
Glimmering and basking in their righteousness,
Piousness that can only be cultivated by those who believe that
Their every word and deed is divine.
I implore the universe to embrace me as its heiress.
I pray to those before me and those to follow.
I pray to myself, one life connected
To the human consciousness,
To the ethereal delights found in everyday life.
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The Fall of King Paul
Putrid pustules full of pus popping on the tip of his nose,
Breathing in pristine, serene air,
Breathing out noxious poison.
He hands us the tea, gives us a taste,
And we gargle it down with some haste–
We dare not seek to offend His Majesty,
Who only on one other occasion this year,
Has graced us with his unsightly visage–
For he’s afraid to show his face–
His infected, pox-encrusted face–
And his rotting incisors
With which he devours his prey
So swiftly that one can scarcely recall
The poor beast’s existence–
To his subjugated subjects,
Who for too long have gone without sustenance,
All so that he may abuse substance.
The King, the simple man, has been heavily diluted,
Deluded by shining, beaming shysters.
Indebted, King Paul’s forever the people’s public servant
Until they sever the tie, thus ending the reign of
Paul the Pretentious, Paul the Contentious,
In pieces may his sallow corpse rot.
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Resolution: Revolution
This year, I am a ghost.
I have become the premonition
Whose rising threat of demolition
You simultaneously crave and fear.
You loathe me, try to control me,
But I’m no object, nor
Figure of flesh. I am your
Fatal farewell, a toast to
Absent allies and foes,
Both of whom, even in death,
You shall never reckon with,
Let alone beckon, as you
Stumble, crestfallen, into the
Humorless void of human existence,
Of which I claim as my domain.
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The Mourning
Ghostly visage,
Devil’s mirage,
Slithering in disguise,
Close your eyes,
Don’t feed your
Mounting fear,
Suppress your howls,
At the resounding wails.
Darkened chambers,
Hear a murmur
In a lilting melody.
Dry yourself,
Hide yourself
From your captor’s reveries,
From your protesting squeals.
No one believes
In the spirit
Glowering at your toes.
Close their eyes,
Hide yourself,
Don’t want to impose
On quiet respectability.
All will be revealed in your mourning.
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ASECEDE A Word from God
Speak slowly, speak softly, for others might fear you."
Nobody, no face, no race, no trace of my material existence.  I am the product of your existential crisis.  There are no supporting characters, no cast, no show.  This is entirely space.
In the flesh, I’m a unicorn, bound by superstition and lore.  Selfish strangers with bland parentage and lineage and no true culture of their own will exclaim my name in sanctimonious triumph to justify barbaric imperialism.  They live to speak and breathe my name, but they know nothing about its intonation.
I am a state of mind.  I am a “figment of your imagination,” a by-product of your more visceral thoughts.  I am volatile, irrational, conniving, and bloodthirsty.
I am the lion, you are the lamb.  And tonight I will bask in your silence.
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Euphoric Glory of Human Joy
Joy is palatable, happiness is likely,
Resurgence of wealth—internal and external—
Glory is forever, euphoria is a halo
And your head its fertile crescent.
Stay content, stay grateful,
Your body, your mind, your organs,
All inspiring movement.
So move on and move on,
Not drifting like some sailors,
Not giving Death the satisfaction
Of a reckoning look,
His days were once and former,
But 'tis our time now—
Body, mind, and organs,
And we all have feet,
We all have feet,
To walk upon the soil,
To carry us lightly to our homes,
And should the law try to ask us
Where we belong and where we
Make our homes we shall say,
"Within, for in, therein lies a way,
Not a lie instilled by humankind.
Let us be joyous and raucous,
Let us be fair but not equal—
We can never be equal—
But we can respect the joy
That we deserve and crave
And spread like wild fire—
The heat between your legs—
Into this menagerie—
We the finest exhibits,
Where no one cares if he
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Gaze into Your Fragile Eyes
Whenever I close my eyes,
It's as if I've fallen to my knees
To reclaim the heavens' refrain.
Soft angel of disjunction
Baring no contusion,
The most tentative of verses still dwells.
Ditching the camouflage,
She dives almost mid-center,
Bosoms in her hands,
Proclaiming, "I am, I am."
I have risen three days since.
I have come, I have gone,
And I have seen the
Fresh young prince.
I have cracked, I have wept,
I have risen three days since.
Whenever I borrow weight,
It's as if I've fallen on my back
To recall the heavens' guilt.
Soft angel of disjunction
Baring no contusion,
The most tentative of verses still dwells.
Ditching the camouflage,
She dives almost mid-center,
Bosoms in her hands,
Proclaiming, "I am, I am."
I have risen three days since.
I have come, I have gone,
And I have seen the
Fresh young prince.
I have cracked, I have wept,
I have risen three days since.
If I shall live forever,
Let it not be in vain.
Whenever I close my eyes,
It's as if I've fallen to my knees
To reclai
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Literature
Suppressed Surrender
Suppression is rejection of others.
Repression is rejection of the self.
How can I live in such dismay?
How can I surrender to emotion?
Cross your arms, don't speak.
Go cold, go limp, don't give a shit.
Where can my sullen eyes seek refuge?
Where does my sobriety give me away?
Everyone is poison, everyone is toxic.
Becoming radioactive in post-punk
Hypnotic trance--a dance to
Mourn the expression of tangibility.
Suppression is rejection of others.
Repression is rejection of the self.
How can I give my thoughts away?
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The Pantomimed Pansexual
It's hard being female and queer
When all the world wants is to leer,
And as their vision's clouded, jeer,
Guffaw, and titter at the possessed objects
Surely acting out of lust and not like or love,
Because women don't exist for or to love,
But to tempt and deceive; or at least
That's what they make it seem.
I wanted to be a boy.
I wanted to have a dick,
But only for the privileges.
I wanted my opinion--
No matter how asinine, or malevolent,
Or hateful, or misanthropic,
Lazy, or misinformed to
Outshine the outcries of the
Rightfully upset and oppressed.
But I'm a cis-gender pan woman
Whose attraction to any is to be challenged
And diminished because although,
Sadly and supposedly, "White is right",
So too is the hetero rich male.
They want us to disappear, to fade
Out to black like end credits--
Instill a sense of elegance and
Give some dignity to the indignity--
To stop eating, savor our breaths,
Say good-bye to our breasts,
Watch as the world is overturned
By corrupt, falsified, fort
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Breeders
The consultation for the objectification of the insemination
Underway, today, empty seed in their palms,
Pride and joy, the smorgasbord of potential leeches.
Criminals, artificially-sweetened by a senseless system,
Crumbling and shirking responsibility under monopoly.
Protection - an offering.
Sanctity - "virginity".
Freedom - their lives.
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The Anxious Host
The legendary host pours another toast,
Then scurries down the basement stairs,
Frightened of the flickering glares,
The broad albeit empty gestures,
The vacant yet widened eyes
Conveying, giving way to, little more than nothing.
It's easy to be unseen,
Preferred to be ignored,
When all around and under and below
The world is retreating,
Your hairline is receding.
Poor host, if he only didn't know how they slandered
His name, how they clung to his fame,
Like smallpox to a blanket.
Writhing in confusion, he couldn't bring himself
To believe that he had squandered his last change
On a murderous crowd of nefarious rioters.
Poor host, eternal victim.
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Love Starves
Slavery to a talking hand,
Opens and closes your aching jaw,
You just want to chew, swallow,
Swallow what you're fed.
You can't bite, you can't speak,
You can't protest because you're unreal,
A subterranean species conjured by
The illustrious illusions of love.
"I love you."  What filth, what tongue.
Don't speak with your mouth full.
Chew before you swallow, before you speak.
Wipe your mouth.  Rinse it out.  Gargle.  Swish.
Repeat.  The easiest mistake you could've made
In the hopes that the hand would appeal
To subhuman suffering, palpitations of the heart.
Hands have no heart, soul, compassion.
Open and close and lash and slap and hit.
You just want a pat of reassurance.
But you won't get it.
You've no right to feel it.
You've no right to express sentiment.
"I love you."--The greatest hunger of all.
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Respect This
Inflamed, defamed, the pustule that never pops,
The rising bile and vomit that never erupts,
The blood and gore that's imaginary,
A greater war fought primarily dead.
The leech bleeds you dry, the skin turns lavender.
You're high, you're dry, free yourself to the abyss.
Voidless noise, a scream in the night, a foster child
Lies with tumors in her eyes, on pins and needles.
Whatever heals a crownless wayward whore.
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Surreal is the real
When the afterlife and this mortal plane
Convene, intertwine, reconcile.
Hell, once a daunting abstract vision,
Now an abysmal concrete collision.
Hooded figures approaching,
Their violent leader encroaching
Upon our objectionable humanity.
The inalienable is alien.
We can’t recognize their faces
As they descend in droves
To the promised gates
But the gates are sealed, rusted,
And what lies beyond unknowable,
Formidable, and unforeseen.
The idol on his throne
Has lost his illusory valor.
Guided by ghosts, the land
Is plagued by the cold,
Regression, and an overbearing
Silence as the world continues
To stand still, paralyzed with fear,
Save for Hell’s investors
Lining up to ravage and scavenge.
The signs were always flashing,
Illuminating our passage
Into the desolate wastelands,
The bowels of Hell,
Where we are enclosed by
Brimstone walls twenty feet high,
Confined to our collective cell,
United once and for all.

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Georgia Runes
Artist
United States
Made of flesh and bone and squishy internal organs and vile idealistic standards, I am--unfortunately--human. Concerning art, I mostly write; I have never been as adept in any other art form. deviantART is honestly just a site for me to publish lyrics and read/look at the works of others, nothing more; I do not feel tempted to feign bonds with anyone on this site or to--ahem--"network". Moving along, I play the cello and am currently singing in a choir (which I am enjoying immensely). My addictions include maple doughnuts, fairly-traded milk chocolate, grass-fed/organic steak, cow flank (better known as cow ass), writing vaguely depressing lyrics, singing in the shower at the top of my lungs, and swimming free-style until I pass out. Religion-wise, I am nothing; I don't fully believe anything. The way I see it is that there may be a God or prophet, or there may not; that logic can be applied to almost everything else I believe in religion, as well. If you'd like to contact me, just send me an e-mail (fragileminds@sbcglobal.net), comment here, or--if you're from the tahlstar website--send me a PM over there (my username is seren).

Favourite genre of music: Indie rock/Baroque pop/'80s music
Personal Quote: "Leave me the hell alone!"
Interests
What song are you listening to right now?
Breakdown - Tom Petty (GO AHEAD, GIVE IT TO ME!)

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?
My parents bought it for me.  No idea where.

Could you go a day without eating?
Yeah, but why the fuck would I want to?

Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a J or A?
Yes, Jasmin, and I don't believe that I've kissed anyone whose name starts with an A. (I literally had to spend five minutes mentally going over everyone in my head. XD)

Do your parents force you to go to church or let you make the decisions?
Nah.  They stopped going after I was born, and I'm not religious. (Same response now in 2012, and now I'm an agnostic atheist).

How long does it take you to shower?
Thirty minutes, plus ten if I have to put on lotion and other things.

What was last thing you drank?
Water

Are you "talking" to someone?
Fuck that!

What was for dinner last night?
I scarcely remember. Whatever they served at the cafe.

Is anyone in love with you?
Nobody knows me well enough to be in love with me, and considering my track record, I doubt it.

Do you curse in front of your parents?
Yes.

What girl(s) can you tell everything to?
My mum, Elaisha, Palvi, Evie, Alex, Jasmine, Jasmin, Valerie, Jessica, pretty much anyone.

Does anyone hate you?
Sure!  Everyone.  Because I hate everyone.  Reciprocity.

What are you doing tonight?
Avoiding studying, listening to Tom Petty, and realizing how strange piercings are.

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
No.  I wouldn't give a pedophile or rapist or Hitler (were he still alive or to be resurrected) a second chance (same response in 2012).

Your phone is ringing, it's the person you fell hardest for, what do you say?
I'd hang up.  I'm not playing nice with someone who caused me so much pain (inadvertently).

Ever liked someone older than you?
In terms of celebrities, definitely.  And men at fifty are SEXY.  Women are good any time.

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night?
Sure.

Have you ever been arrested?
No.

Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?
Hardly ever

Do you want someone you can't have?
I don't want anyone, not even myself.  Love is for the weak.

Did anything special happen last night?
Went to a drag show hosted by a celebrity (he played Otto in Married with Children!), met some new friends, hung out with new friends, and went back to my dorm and ate lasagna at midnight.

Who did you spend most of your time with last night?
New friends and Jasmine.

Do you believe what goes around comes around?
Not so much anymore.  Some people never get served.

Can you handle the truth?
Not always.

Last time you left your house, where did you go?
Are we talking "house" as in my actual home or as in where I'm currently living? XD if it's the first, then college. If it's the second, then the car wash.

Is your bedroom messy or clean?
I try to clean it up every few days, but I'm mostly a slob.

Do you have any unusual skills?
I talk to myself like no other, I can do random voices, I can touch my tongue to my nose, anddddd I can grin like a pedophile.

When did you last have an 'Oh, I get it now!' moment?
When I found out that Nathan's Mormon.

What were you last embarrassed about?
Nearly running over some poor woman at a semi-manual, semi-machine carwash because, oy vey, she gestured me to go, so I went, and then she started moving toward me!  I felt so horrible, but at the same time, she should've indicated better.

When were you last jealous?
I don't know.

Are you in a good mood right now?
Somewhat.  I'm feeling feisty.

Do you drink energy drinks?
Ew.

Are you an alcoholic?
No.

Is anything bothering you?
Ignorance, naivety, Romney, stupidity, racism, prejudice, hate, being away from my close friends, still stupidly getting excited at the possibility of people being romantically interested in me when that is just not going to happen.

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?
I lived my dream and got a belly button piercing on Friday, so I'm good for now.

If you could erase somebody from your life, who would it be?
First love.

Was 2009 a good year for you?
Not really.

Last time you said you loved someone, did you mean it?
I don't know.

Do you think people think bad things about you?
Yes.  I'm a freak, and I accept it.

Would you rather have long or short hair?
Now that it's short and needs to be cut and is stringy and gross, I want long hair again (but first a haircut).

Would you ever camp out on a beach, under the stars?
As long as the tide didn't come too far off and I'm safe from bugs or sand crawling up my crotch, sure.

How was the weather today?
Hot. And it's October. Yeesh.

This past summer, did you have a "thing" with someone?
Summer fling don't mean a thing.  And it really didn't mean a thing.  Guy was an asshole.

What was the first thing you thought of this morning?
"I don't want to get up."

Currently wanting anything?
To just magically through the process of osmosis know everything I need to know for my exams.

If you had to get another piercing where would they be?
I have no idea, but I like the minor pain associated with the belly button ring so... somewhere that would provide similar pain.

Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?
Next time you will ask me question with "will" after the other verb?  There is currently no one that I want to kiss, but sure.  I'm an older, seasoned woman now.

If you woke up in one of the Saw movies, do you think you could survive?
Oh, Jigsaw.  Oh, Jigsawwww.  Ohhhhhh.

Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?
Yeah, it's pretty common.

Are you missing anyone?
Friends, family, my deceased bunny. D:

Is there anyone who doesn't like you?
No, because I'm completely angelic and not at all ever a sarcastic snarky bratty conceited know-it-all bitch.

Who was the last person you took a picture with?
Myself.

Where do you want to live when you are older?
Wherever I can afford because with the career path I'm going, I'll be happy if I get a house. XD

How far away is the person you miss?
I miss so many people, but the ones on my mind right now are only two hours away.

Do you ever get "good morning" texts from anyone?
No.

Is any part of you sad at all?
All of the time.

Who were you last in a car with?
Nathan

Do you think things will change in the next few months?
This is a stupid question; things always change.

Were you single on your last birthday?
Yes, I've always been single.  Probably will be for a long time.

Is there a guy that knows everything or almost everything about you?
Kyle knows a great deal about me.  Kennard too.  Sean maybe.  My dad.  Peter and Milo are beginning to see who I am, but not every part.

Last thing you did before bed last night?
Contemplated writing, then retreated into slumber.

Did you see a guy today that made you smile?
Peter in his LMFAO costume. XD

What are you doing tomorrow?
Tomorrow will technically be Monday since it's now 1am on Sunday, but I don't want to think about Monday cuz that's depressing, so I'll treat this as Sunday--studying, studying, eating, studying, cleaning the dorm, studying, eating, internet, internet, crying about how I miss home and hate people.

Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow?
I'm up at 1am now, so I guess so.

Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?
I don't like the term best friend because it just makes other people feel bad, and I don't compare people and go, "Oh you're higher up on the friend hierarchy today, very good".  Who does that?

Will you be sleeping alone tonight?
Wow.  Wow.  THANKS FOR REMINDING ME. *sobs* Yes, I'll be alone. More room to myself. ;D

Have you ever slapped someone in the face?
Yes, Kyle. XD It doesn't even count as a slap though.

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking weed?
Probably, although I'm still slightly curious to try it.

Are you a bad influence?
Sometimes.

Are you wearing something you borrowed from someone?
No, I feel bad mooching clothes off of people.

Does it bother you when people respond with one word texts?
Not so much in texts because I fucking hate texts and phones, but online, yes.

Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?
Yes, mid-June, booty call.  He stuck his tongue down my throat, and I was shocked at how awkward he was, and whenever I'd try to kiss back in a less awkward way he'd just resort to tongue-fucking my mouth, so I eventually gave up.  The lesson:  Booty calls suck.

Would you go out in public looking the way you do now?
I could, but people already think that I'm weird enough here.

Do your parents know everything about you?
No, it's impossible for anyone to know everything.

How late did you stay up last night? Why?
A little past 2.  Because it was Friday night, and I felt like it.

Do you find smoking unattractive?
It's the oddest thing because in person I think that it's disgusting (the smell kills me), but there's something oddly mesmerizing about watching an attractive person just inhale and exhale little rings of smoke.  I probably just have an oral fixation.  When I actually think about the smoking itself, I say no thanks.

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Melissas-Artwork Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you very much for the :+fav:!! :iconnewglomp:
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mutilated-corps Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013
You're welcome!
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scarecrowbarr Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Professional
Thankies for the fav !!
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mutilated-corps Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
No problem! Your Blondie's amazing.
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scarecrowbarr Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Professional
;)
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Little-kiss Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2011
tehe. I like your interests :3
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mutilated-corps Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2011
Thanks, aha. I haven't updated or changed them in a year. ;p
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DriftMoon Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2011
Holas holas~ Bonjurno! hehe your still posting stuff up! thats really really coolll!!! sorry we havent talked recently, I went away from DA because I didn't have a camera to take pics of stuff with

But I'm borrowing one now~

So whats up? ^^ Talk to meh~
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mutilated-corps Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2011
Oh my God, I've missed you! *hug hug* It's been way too long. ;3 And glad you found your camera finally.

Not much... Getting used to some changes, going through SAT practice (pain in the ass), still avoiding driving, writing less frequently because of all the homework and stress but enjoying it when I do, and just going out more. It's really weird for me to spend the weekend at home now; I guess I've just gotten used to going out with friends or parents taking me places. That, and I'm always trying to avoid homework.

What about you? How's life? How're you? ;3
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DriftMoon Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2011
LE GASP!!!! You're no longer apart of the Hermit community!??!? This makes my heart sink and rise at the same time ;)

Stress sucks, but if you have a way to get rid of it then thats good too~ real life situations can do that~ ^^ how're depleting the rising stress, may I ask?


Life's well on my end. Not much new going on here. I wanted to become a serious cosplayer- then I realized it took cash XD cash I don't have as of yet. In the same boat as you are with driving. Avoiding it. I can't drive simply because its too scary.

Homework- shmowork XD thats what I say. Unless its for one of my art classes. I've been on spring break and have managed to make three small pieces already~ can't wait to get them fired and painted. I've figured out that my forte is small cutesy little things, not serious ideas like my brain likes to cook up.

Did I mention spring break? ;) yuppers. It started Thursday and its just now Sat. I feel so blessed~ time to do all the things I never get around to doing. And I'm spending the week with my friend~ my best real life friend that is. Iggy~ she's a real doll. Her DA is I is fais wolf~ check it out. She's a slamming artist.

Another reason I haven't posted much is because most of the art I do inst post able. I'm quickly beginning to blossom as a beginner violinist~ finally. ^^ honestly though I love making music. I also have acquired a guitar and am good at reading tabs! Too bad my hands are too small for me to make awesome guitar sounds with. XD

^^ and that's pretty much it! ^^
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