she died..rather, they killed her since she didn’t participate in the shenanigans of the wierdo club..she just worked there..but, apparently that was not enough..so they decided to give her job to a professional dominatrix and offer her a shift that… Continue Reading →
yea so i finally got the photos from the convention i cut all my hair off and bleached the shit today so these are of the former deanna rock it
strange the ethics involved in dressing like a hooker. i dressed sort of along those lines the other day convention time and i have been feeling ugly which along its superficial aspects may make me fucked up the worry over… Continue Reading →
my mind and beef-jerky-fied little heart has won the marathon again, twisting with every salted wound I lost my best friends over 2 years ago now lost and lying on beaches like the softly sanded glass coming in the drowing,… Continue Reading →
no forum no heart lost lost broken. i think i’m supposed to be alone. in its free-est most appropriate sense…yet it is raining affection on my head…from almost every direction..funny how a couple months ago i would have laughed in… Continue Reading →
confused n shit…and mah valley day was as cool as a truck full of eager beaver cheerleaders…the man threw his grandma off the balcony…21st floor fall.. sometimes we wonder what the point is..stress equals the motive to throw your own… Continue Reading →
two years later kids two years and now this? ~throwing hands up in despair and laughing
it’s pretty outside I have more to say, but it’s caught in my throat like a furball more in a few
that’s one of those attention getters eh? so we be chillin, yo with the phat bitches, namely my friend john and jizzy pants cuz he nawt be feelin the hottest of the hot, though he is…I have spent the past… Continue Reading →
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