what we have here is a dreamer. someone completely out of touch with reality. when she jumped she probably thought she would fly...
Art and the artists who create it. Boots[the more buckles and straps the better]. Body modification. Body art [painting on someone's bare skin] bubbles! Burlesque. 19th century Carnivals. Cemetaries.
*~Chokers/collars.~* Coffee. Cigarettes. Comic books. Chinese food. Dreams and the dreamers who dream them. Fortune cookies. *~Gas masks.~* Getting lost. Finger Painting. Graffiti. *~Hand cuffs.~* Haunted Houses. Halloween. hugs from behind. Insomnia. Krylon. kissing <3. Living in a constant state of evolution. Lowbrow art. Magic. Movie Marathons. *~New friends/Old loves~* Open road. The Occult. Playing in the rain. Pristine untouched canvas. Pushing the limits of life. Randomness. Road Trips. Secrets. Secluded beaches at midnight. *~socks! of the knee high variety~* Tarot. *~Tequila~* Tattoos. Vampires [getting bit] *~wet paint on my skin.~*o.O zippers [zipping is good unzipping is *much* better]
О себе: I am Trina Miss Pretty socksikins Rainbow booger snot stripes; the little thing that makes the world twirl and star kneed lady of "go ahead and try it International art slut sock goddess retail ninja ink minx queen of New Jersey.
Я хочу найти: contortionists of minds, bodies, words and images
gutter dwellers and carnival frequenters.
people who aren't afraid to live,
my muse
and this guy
"My concept of death for a long time was to come down that mountain road at 120 and just keep going straight right there, burst out through the barrier and hang out above all that . . . and there I'd be, sitting in the front seat, stark naked, with a case of whiskey next to me and a case of dynamite in the trunk . . . honking the horn, and the lights on, and just sit there in space for an instant, a human bomb, and fall down into that mess of steel mills. It'd be a tremendous goddam explosion. No pain. No one would get hurt. I'm pretty sure, unless they've changed the highway, that launching place is still there. As soon as I get home, I ought to take the drive just to check it out." -Hunter S. Thompson (in St. Petersburg Times, February 22, 2005)
were already here my dear through the pain through the fear were just too tired to see that clear.... and when we wake we'll all disappear into that terribly icy mirror
hahahah oh man ican see from teh pie. how crazyyy! lol and yeah im happy i get to see you. but still dont want to go. ick penny. lol i love her but she doesnt do shit.
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