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Loves heart is death♥

for me and my poison girl[s]♥

Created on 2003-06-29 23:20:33 (#1150771), last updated 2005-10-15

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Name:	Posion girl ♥
Birthdate:	06-14
Location:	Concord, California, United States

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Loves heart is death, for me and my poison girl.

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Poison girls forever.

"She's roly-poly-Oly, she's small &&smart &&ROUND. &&In the land of poison girls she's the swellest kid around!"

-Name Nicole Ann Cooper [Nipple, Nickle Pickle, Nickle, Pickle, Nicola]
-Age 15 [Wow, I'm old. I don't wanna grow up, I'm a toys-r-us kid ;D]
-Best Buddy- Jessica Marie Surls [Boo], Anne Elizebeth English [Belle], and SPOOKY, my loving teddy bear.
-Favorite Artist Jhonen Vasquez<333
-Favorite Book JTHM-Jhonen Vasquez
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-I'll do more later-

I offer grace,
I offer blood.
I offer everything till my heart is crystal clear.

"She felt vital."

"When was the last time you were really scared? I mean REEEEALLY scared. Can you remember when you were so afraid, it suddenly seemed possible for the walls to just melt around you and let through some horrible, gibbering nightmare? It's bee quite some time since I've felt that fear that strips away all sense of human superiority and just leaves you a shivering lettle animal child. I MISS THAT. Now, when i have bad dreams, my subconscious self just sits back in a director's chair of sorts and just thinks, "NEAT!" i wake up with nice ideas, but never in a cold sweat. I am not a fan of ignorance, but I worship open an open mind, and, like it or not, both were a huge part of the package of being a little kid. One nihgt, my brother and I were home alone, when teh phone rang. A crank caller whispered something to me, "something is trying to get into your house" and hung up. I couldn't go back to bed so i tried getting help from my brother, who refused to be impressed by the idea of something trying to get in. I left him to his sleep and took his baseball bat back to my room. Just then, my sister decided to come home from a night with friends, though course, to me, she was THE THING. I heard IT opening the door and full of dread, I waited next to my bedroom door, bat raised high to do some panic filled damage. Well, I didn't kill her, but I almost gave myself a heart attack.

But the FEELING of what I thought I was ready to do was just... INCREDABLE. I was completely ready to see some wonderful nightmare creature, and bash his head in.

Ah, well... there's always tomarrow."
-Jhonen Vasquez

"I don't kill people.
Perhaps it's just another inhabitation to do away with.
Perhaps not. There's really no way of telling. It's possible I've just never been able to well up so much interest in any person to care enough to end their life.I'd much rather avoid them altogether. Most of them. It's 4A.M. and the sky is beautiful. Up an awat from this room and this bed and the oppressive inevitability of sleep. I HATE SLEEP. But sleep always comes (That, or madness.). Fighting off a heavy eyelid gets lonely. But spending time this way does allow you some insight on certain things, though perhaps trivial, as most things tend to be. You begin to get very familar with an untainted sadness, and thosenasty, all consuming mortal contempltations. And you begin to resent those who turn these things into laughable theatrics, and trist it into yet another fashion. It's not skull-buckle boots, or whie make-up to put on bad skin, It all loses it's significance once you cheapen it by making it intoa style thing. But with all these irritations presant, I still maintain my stupendously sunny disposition. Having predominantly unpleasant thoughts is just another thing to accept as normality, and eventually becomes part of the blood that fuels you. It's all very amusing, but, in no way does it render you invulnerable to the effects of a bad day. But I've managed this nicely. I mean, I still haven't killed anyone I think I keep from going over that edge by writing about this person who has taken a flying leap over it. Damaged beyonf reprieve, the unfortunate product of that most vile form of Human life: Assholes. As for just what happened to Johnny C. to make him the not quite stable person he is today I can't say. He won't tell me. But there are really always hints that make me wonder whether or not I really want to know. All I do know is that he hasn't quite mastered the art of dealing with the effects of a bad day. I'm pretty certain that I'm beyond that sort of thing, mutilation and all. So I can laugh at it. Hopefully, you will too. I trust that your minds are developed enough to take no offence at these things. If not, well, I'm better than you arn't I? So, enjoy, or don't. Either way, I've plenty of people to make this bad mood so easy to sustain."
-♥♥♥

Thanks to Jake [closure_] for my LJ code.

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