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"All I know is that the way he mixes dangerous chemicals really turns me on."

in the risk of sounding terribly cliche, the girl endlessly wonders why she cant raise one eyebrow like everyone else.

she ponders many inconceivable subjects including the deeply philosophical question: "does a carrot really have feelings??"

slightly whacky. but totally one hundred point zero zero zero twenty nine percent HER.

she is one to laugh crazily at someone who walks into a streetpost and then walk into it herself.

but, even better, she has fallen ass first into a hedge as everyone watched on, pointing and laughing at the imprint of a hole.

she has interpretively danced the entire lion king 'can you feel the love tonight' with damm good impro, only nearly receiving a black eye once.

she also thinks its slightly insane to speak in a narrator-like third person and so claims that one day she will stop it. but not right now.

she has a spider that habits her messy room which she named TRENT. but will be extremely upset when her dear companion and close confider needs to be removed after his webs grows over a cubed metre.

many have been known to call her extremist kinky (a label thought up by no one other than HER) due to her mind always undoubtedly in the gutter. hints of this are a slight quirk of the lip for strangers, laughing and somewhat mocking eyes for aquaintances, and the pretty obvious: "HAHHAHA THATS SO.. HHAHAHA" for friends.

if you knew her well, you would realise:
.music
.art
.horses
.literature
.seth her laptop
means the world and more.

hard rock, alternative, indie yes im one of those lovers. some call it emo but its not. well..maybe a little errr.

favourite timeless one liner in general:
"sexual innuendo? definitely intentional."

the girl is just another person conforming to the non-conformity cult. sound familiar??

she doesn't have a story. its still being written.

probably in love with the idea of love like all other teenagers.
maybe driven by a materialistic lust. or just lust in general ;)
but then, who really knows??

blah blah blah.

la la la.

RAWWWRR. -jumps out from behind the buch wearing a lion costume-

-cough- -splutter- errr. -chokes and dies from coughing attack- -dies again-

somewhere in this existence someone probably has this exact profile. scared?? she knows she is.

she loves using wierd expressions and insults because..well because..you will need to clarify that with her. a general reply is "yes thats right you arse munching cockface. go shag a green kangaroo!!" (theres actually websites that tell her these sick twisted cusses and profanities..not that I'VE ever looked -shifty eyes- they should be shunned.. SHUNNED!!)

as she promised, she has begun to write an awesome badass blow-your-brains-out-jump-off-a-cliff-and-make-you-slit-your-wrists kind of story hahah! because the inspiration suddenly hit just like BAM.

POSTED:

Everytime I See You: I knew that I had to accept it. I had to move on. But nothing could be harder than destroying the very thing I wanted most. How does one become their own traitor and cut something this deep? He would think of 'her' and my heart would break all over again.

IN PROGRESS FOR POSTING:

Understanding the Unknown: We all know the well adored but slightly overused cliche storyline: there's a fine line between love and hate. But what if this was reversed? Passionate burning love before raging hatred. Will it be too late to explore the heart? Is there really something called fate? I thought someone would have learned from Romeo and Juliet.

"It’s a known fact that everyone experiences some form of love in a given stage of their life. But what constitutes this consumption? Who knows the entirety of its complexity? Is it merely a developed devotion to family? Or perhaps it is an imminent need to go to any length for a friend? Maybe even an abusive relationship between an old man and alcohol? Or is it something so confusing that no one dares question where it sprung from? These rhetorical questions tirelessly swirl, demanding solutions but receiving absolutely nothing, zilch. Funny how even our modern scientists are just as clueless, unable to so much as grasp an answer. But perhaps it was always meant to remain unknown, acknowledged as only a presence that mysteriously lurks between the subconscious of ones brain and its mental block – our human lack of comprehension of things such as the enormity of the universe.

I always only observed. Yes that was little old me, stereotyped to sit lonesome in a dingy corner, lunch untouched as I scribbled over emotional and deep poetry into a graffitied journal. And while I do have a journal, which I truthfully admit does contain some assumptions that the image portrays, this is not essential to the story as of yet. So, moving back to the current focal point of my stream of thoughts, I guess you could call me pretty cynical. In my opinion there are only two types of teenagers: those that are clearly in love with the idea of love and those that chose to deliberately loathe and oppose the very notion. It must be hard for you to clearly place me into a category, note the heavy sarcasm."