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... urges ...
23:05 Jun 28 2005
Times Read: 929

I don't want it to be stelazine time.



Then again, I'd rather not deal with the consequences of removing some rude twit's eyeball with a plastic spoon.



More later.



Maybe.

Wow. Just ... wow.
22:41 Jun 25 2005
Times Read: 952

And I thought I had anger issues.





Fuck.



Look here.





*Update 6/28/05*



Never mind. Creepy fucker is gone.

Odd.
20:02 Jun 25 2005
Times Read: 954

I like the taste of the smell of perfume and the rich refulgence (yes, refulgence) of the way the perfume scores through my senses.



They all have different patterns.



Amarige or Chloe or Chanel no. 5 are my favourites, at the moment. Sometimes Oscar De La Renta or Stella or Chanel's Allure will hit my top three.



I like perfumes. I really like them.

Boogersnot!
19:52 Jun 25 2005
Times Read: 955

One of the threads I really enjoyed reading was closed, most probably for length.



The link for it is here.



What would be your ideal god?



*sigh*



I really liked reading people's answers. That kind of stuff interests me.

Holy Schnikey
02:56 Jun 25 2005
Times Read: 958

I just added up tattoo time.



I think it's been about 27 hours total so far.



0_o



Wow.



Masochistic me.

As Daire says, "Spoo-kay"
02:40 Jun 25 2005
Times Read: 961

This past Sunday, my tattoo session was one of the easiest to sit for to date.



I sat for well over three hours and was able to find that weird little mind zone where one may say, "That doesn't hurt!"



And believe it.



It was nifty cool stuff.



We've about 2 1/2 weeks until the tattoo show, and we reeeeaaaalllllyyyy want to get ready in time.



I hope that two to three sessions will be good.



I really do.

Quiz Day
14:09 Jun 22 2005
Times Read: 975

I'd like to choose a different word. Idiot sounds so ... like what I call other stupid people.

0_o



Stolen from ElderD's journal.





The following was stolen from Khay's journal. After this test result I am not stealing any quizzes from her. Ever again.









*sigh* I know, I know.

AUUUUGGHHH!!!
13:58 Jun 21 2005
Times Read: 982

CRECHE!



Creche, creche it's fucking CRECHE!



Not Chreech or creech.



FUCK!



Ashes of the CRECHE!



*pant pant*

Onamatopoetic?
01:29 Jun 18 2005
Times Read: 915

Gads. I am more convinced every single minute that that woman is nothing more than a





self-absorbed, shuffling





thundercunt.

... whimper ...
03:19 Jun 16 2005
Times Read: 997

I hate migraines. I am going to bed.



Too many migraines lately.



It's starting to worry me a lil bit.

"I believe ...
03:10 Jun 15 2005
Times Read: 1,002

"That if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade.



"And then find someone who life has given vodka and have a party."



One of the comics on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour.



Amen, brother. Amen.

Outlining is the veriest Bastard
06:08 Jun 13 2005
Times Read: 1,007

I'd forgotten just how much outlining hurts.



I can handle the colouring in, even tons of shades in the same spot, much better than I can outlining. It hurts like a sonofabitch.



I chewed a hole in my stuffy toy.



But, on the plus side of the account book, only the turtle remains to be outlined, and the rest is going to be colouring. *grin*



Gads, I truly hope we'll be ready mid-July, which is when the tattoo convention got moved to.



Going to be going in for a bit every week in the hopes of getting my arse and back ready to show to a few thousand folks.



Holy fuck.



I hope it won't be that many.



0.o

Who'da thunk?
04:38 Jun 10 2005
Times Read: 1,027

My goodness gracious me.

Your IQ Is 130

Your Logical Intelligence is Above Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Genius

Meh. Very simple stuff. Ego boosting, I guess. lol

Melancholy and lovely
04:46 Jun 07 2005
Times Read: 1,041

This song has always touched a tender spot inside me. I think Don McLean had a lovely flash of insight into this painting.



I can't ever look at Van Gogh's painting without this lovely, sad, devotion of a song going through my head.



If I could figure how to make it on my profile I'd do it in a heartbeat.





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"Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)"



by Don McLean







Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and grey

Look out on a summer's day

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills

Sketch the trees and daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colours on the snowy linen land



Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now



Starry, starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds and violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colours changing hue

Morning fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand



Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now



For they could not love you

But still your love was true

And when no hope was left inside

On that starry, starry night

You took your life as lovers often do

But I could have told you Vincent

This world was never meant

for one as beautiful as you



Starry, starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frameless heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow



Now I think I know

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They're not listening still

Perhaps they never will...

Ever notice ...
04:25 Jun 07 2005
Times Read: 1,044

Ever notice how Edge from WWE (soap opera for men) greatly resembles a cracked-out ferret?

Avatar
22:59 Jun 06 2005
Times Read: 1,053

I decided to go with a piece of artwork for my avatar.



I wanted a change, and initially wanted something with blood. You know, a sexy silhouette, dressed in rivulets - that kind of thing.



I did what was probably not the most intelligent thing and searched "blood pictures" and "women blood pictures" on google. I do not recommend anyone ever do this.



...



Some things stain.



...



I've seen some fairly traumatic and awful things in my short time here on earth, but the existing stains on my mind really didn't need any company.



Picture after picture of crime scene and accident scene.



I learned that other people's intestines really do look amazingly like my own. The memory replayed of me holding my own guts, and a cold sweat broke out.



Then I found a page that ... man it was terrible.



It was children.



Awful, wracking crime scenes with children.



I wondered how many times these pictures had been viewed with fascination and morbid curiosity.



I wondered if anyone, of the million or so hits this website had, cried for the children or wondered if they'd caught the sick fucker who dismembered the girl in the pretty yellow sundress.



Her mouth was clean - sparkling white teeth. She took care of her teeth and someone cut off her head.



I wondered if anyone, of the million or so hits this website had, ached for the early ending of these babies and children and young teens.



Some things stain.



I had to look at each child's face. I felt compelled.



I said a prayer to whatever deity cared to hear that the ones who did this not go unpunished in some way. Some fashion. Whether it be by the law, vigilante parents, coyotes, runaway trains, natural disasters. Whatever. However.



Not necessarily justice, as justice is too ... kind sometimes.



But vengeance, and not vengeance, necessarily, by human hands - chiefly because torture, I think, dehumanizes the person who administers it.



But something, by all the odd gods of the galaxy.



Something.



I did the little I could do. I cried and ached and prayed for every one of those bairns. If they could go through it, I could look and pray. It seemed like the goddamned least thing I could do.



Some things stain.

Okies. Quiz day too, I guess
08:52 Jun 06 2005
Times Read: 1,069



How evil are you?

oh for fuck's sake
08:40 Jun 06 2005
Times Read: 1,071

When people post polls, do they even bother spell checking?





... Never mind. Forget I asked. Many many many people don't even bother spell checking their own damned profiles.



*sigh* Polls #170 and #190, by chaz. There are so many out there ...



STOP THE NEAR HUMANITY!



Misspellings of the night.



#190



"since you have coem to the rave has your personality changed at all?





Started by: chaz



May 28 2005



1) Yes I have become darker and lust for blood 21 19.44%

2) No I always was dard and drink blood 77 71.3%

3)Ahhhh Ahhhh help me I'm going insane 0 0%

4) I have to ask my mommy 10 9.26%



Total Votes: 108"





#170



"What type of magiks do you practise?





Started by: chaz



May 18 2005



1) white mnagik 30 12.71%

2) black magik 37 15.68%

3) gray magik 18 7.63%

4) Babylonia rite 1 0.42%

5) Egyptian rite 15 6.36%

6) Kabalistc magic 2 0.85%

7) None of your fucking business 133 56.36%



Total Votes: 236"





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At least they weren't about sex. And they had something to do with either vampires or the preter/supernatural.



I just wish folks would spell check more often.



Ok, I'd settle for at least sometimes.



Mnagik indeed.



*thinks dard thoughts*

Owch.
08:29 Jun 06 2005
Times Read: 1,072

You know, tonight's tattoo session hurt more than most of them have of late.



Maybe I'm ovulating.



My skin just seemed hyper sensitive today. Fuck, there was even a small part of it that tickled.



I am doing that emotional backing away thing I do when people start to get close. I get scared so I hermit crab or become a shit so they'll go ahead and go first so I won't have to be hurt more later if they die or leave.



I really don't like it when I do this.



It's just so gods-be-damned difficult to not do this. *sigh*



I am trying. I am trying to get away from the shell. I am tryng to get away from the shell and shoot the fucking commitmentphobe that lives in my head.



Shoot it.

Wasaaaaaaaaaaabiiiiii
07:51 Jun 06 2005
Times Read: 1,075

Wasabi peas rock.

I hate insomnia
07:39 Jun 06 2005
Times Read: 1,077

I'd like to sleep.



I really would.







*sigh*



I can't even focus well enough to go read someone's journal that I really enjoy reading.



I'll read it tomorrow.

Random Twit Update
03:38 Jun 02 2005
Times Read: 1,101

Oh. And I never did hear any other message from the random twit from the May 29 journal entry.



Guess he has a one track mind and only wants to talk about feeding.



Silly twit.



There are tons of other conversational topics.



And another thing ...



If he hasn't the confidence in himself to know what his plusses and minuses are, enough balls to tell real, honest to goodness bits of himself in a place where the people he wants to attract may *read* them, why the hell would someone want to feed on such tasteless energy?



I like strong food.



Bah.

Rat-faced little twits
00:11 Jun 02 2005
Times Read: 1,111


I hate traffic.



I loathe it with a special kind of heat usually reserved for things like, oh, I don't know, the explosions of either Vesuvius or Krakatoa.



I especially hate rat-faced little twits who are careless in heavy traffic.



Most especially when they run me off the road into a construction zone.



Thank all the odd gods of the galaxy traffic was not moving at 70mph - I was able to come to a stop just as my bumper kissed a big caterpillar crane thing on its little track. Those track things are taller than *I* am.



The driver of it bailed out. He'd wet his pants. (I, thankfully, peed before I left the office or we'd have both been soggy).



The rat-faced little fucktard who forced me off the road did stop to see if I was ok. The construction guy, Mark, had to forcibly restrain me and pry the piece of rebar from my hands.



I was gonna whack the inattentive little whey-faced cunt-curd.



*sigh*