my life is like a stinky pile of shit
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
I HAVE NO DESIRE
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 whether or not i could see myself as attractive i am lonely i suppose and…
sometimes I say too much. sometimes I say not enough
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, faces rinsed in rouged blood from the sounds of the screams, deadened like balsa wood…