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I am a lot of people. It really depends on when and where I find myself. Some call it split personality disorder I call it adapting. It's not so much me caring what others think of me as it is avoiding having to explain certain eccentricities. A teenager can only get away with so much "strange" behavior without having the police or therapists involved.



So to most people who know me I am a regular graphic design student and, besides being a little too jaded and a little too quiet there is nothing abnormal about me. The more unconventional side of my personality is something I have only let be seen by certain people and even then only in fragments.

Which is why I have joined this site..hopefully letting the darker aspects of myself be seen here will make it easier for me to let them be seen in my everyday life .


Music: there is a reason why I nicknamed my IPod "Life Support" There's a song for every problem I've had. When I feel Empty music fills the void.
Nine Inch Nails
Monster Magnet
A Perfect Circle
Puscifer
Mozart
Orgy
Rob Zombie
Dr. Steel
Marilyn Manson
Massive Attack
Moloko
Portishead
Tricky
Siouxie & the Banshees
the list goes around the block twice.......


Literature
Poppy Z.Brite
Tanith Lee
Anne Rice
Isabel Allende
Edward Lee
Toni Morrison
Zora Neal Hurston
Victoria Frances
Neil Strauss

Fave poem by Charles Baudlaire from Les Fleurs du Mal
Sed Non Satiata

Dusky as tropic nights, O bizarre deity,
Redolent of havana, musk and cordovan,
What obeah man or Faust of the Caribbean,
Wrought you, child-witch of night, with flanks of ebony?
Better than opium or Constanta. Wine or Nuits,
Your nectar mouth where Love swoons in a slow pavane,
When my desires set forth, a serried caravan,
Your eyes are the twin wells where I can slake ennui.


From out these wide black eyes which are your spirit's vent,
Heap fires less fierce upon me. O impenitent,
I am no tireless Styx to gird you nine times nine,
I am no lustful Fury to exhaust your lust,
To break your vigor or to make you bite the dust
Or in your bed's hell turn into a Proserpine.