Ok. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I have a shit ton of clothes I’m selling. Nothing over $10. So message me and I will let you know what I have and what sizes. Give this info to friends too. Reblog, whatever. I need to raise some money and fast. Thanks.
So…I’m thinking of getting a REALLY short hair cut. Like a shorter, fuller mohawk. my hair is currently almost to the middle of my back. Thoughts? Opinions?
Synaesthesia: Actually kind of nifty when not associated with extreme pain. Luckily, the pain is subsiding and I’m going to be ok. Gotta love these fucking migraines. -_-
First attempt at poetry in a LONG motherf***in’ time.
Let’s Just Say
Let’s just say, that I see now that you don’t need me anymore.
I’ve fulfilled my purpose in your life, no matter how brief my attendance was.
I see how, now that I have given to you what I don’t give to anyone save for very few others,
That you’ve been pleased with the help, the love, the devotion I have given you, but now…….
But now that you posses those things, and they are no longer mine, what reason could you possibly have for keeping me around?
Now that those things are out of my hands and into yours, you dispose of me.
Believe me…I do not blame you. It’s easy, isn’t it?
What reason could you possibly have for keeping me around now that you’ve had all you could use?
I won’t try to convince you that there is more in me to use, because there isn’t.
And even if there was, why should you get to have more?
When I have people who could truly use the gifts I wasted on you?
Now that you’ve tossed me aside, why should I want to remain where I am not wanted?
You’ve hurt me and you don’t even know it.
Or maybe you do…and you don’t care.
The more you ignore me, the more I lean to wards the latter.
It’s alright, though. It really is.
You lie, you cheat, and you are self centered.
You’re a bitch……
And so is your husband.
Let’s just say, I’ve learned my lesson and I hope you learned yours too.
That I am worth so much more that you would have me think.
And that you lost an amazing friend, a comrade in arms, and the greatest night in the sack you will ever have.
SUZI
You know, in the booklet thing of The Golden Age Of Grotesque, it says
“The Cast: Marilyn Manson as himself and also known or referred to as ‘Herr Doktor’”.What I find so funny about it, is that it’s swedish, and it means Mister Doctor.
I’m getting slightly confused by this…
Um….actually, that’s German……Just sayin’
I need to get my ass back into the modeling game, but where the fuck do I start? I have (gladly) cut as many ties as possible to the BBW community(for personal reasons I will explain if anyone asks), so BBW modeling is not an option for me even if I wanted to go back to it, which I don’t. Thoughts? Suggestions?
