Kelly
17
"Assville" NC
Aquarius
Art, Poetry, ~~Flickr~~
Stay, Moulin Rouge, Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Saw 1,2, and 3, The Number 23, Transformers, Hostel, A Clockwork Orange, Party Monster, The Virgin Suicides, Eurotrip, 300, Spinal Tap

Hi, I'm Clarissa Chaos.

But if you really want to know, my real name is Kelly.
Kelly issnt nearly as fun though, so call me Clarissa.
Now, forget all you know about me, and listen.
I'm ~~hard~~ dork core.
Ive got moxy.
I'm normal, minus the normal part.
I drive way too fast, all the time.
I like black and teal.
I'm artistically inclined in every way shape and form.
I suck at everything else.
I'm afraid of; dolls, oceans/lakes, thunder, the dark, babies, and spiders.
I can dance like Shakira.
I'm very quirky, but in the interesting way, more than the weird way.
I'm into all that stupid guy stuff like guns, tattoos, rock music, getting in fights, cars, and motorcycles.
I'm too sarcastic for my own good.
I love; eyes, concerts, one dimple, good art, bargain shopping, the beach at night, the world when it's blue, fun people, pretending like I have an accent at work, perversion, talking like a gangstuh, boy snuggles, stars, raves, theme parks, strange names, cancer sticks, screwdrivers and vodka tonics, hands, cell phone, ipod, car, rain, and doing illegal things.
I'm a total music addict.
I'm a music encyclapedia.
I play sing and bass and absolutely suck at every other insturment.
I'm very rude, crude, and crass.
I'm not really a movie person except when it comes to a good Indie, Phychological Thriller, or Horror/mass quantities of gore movie.
Skanks are gross, dont talk to me if you are one.
Bitch, dont be telling people your a model when all you do is pose for your friends in your backyard every weekend.
I work with models for my job, dont insult them with your ugly lying ass.
By the way, I'm a professional fashion photographer. (no my pictures arent on my flickr, just my lame ones I like to take of my friends when were bored.)
How many 17 year olds can say that?
I spend alot of time around adults so I'm very mature.
I'm sort of a bitch, but if I like you I'm a sweetheart.
I'm Agnostic, get over it.
I take more perscriptions than your grandma.
I'm 17, stupidly tall, pastey, with orange hair and crazy green eyes.
I may not be as hot at you, as skinny as you, have boobs as big as yours, or clothes/makeup/hair as nice as yours but I promise I'm way more amazing and talented than youll aspire ever be.
Talk to me, I doubt youll ever be bored.
I'm up for anything, so lets go baby.
I spend money too much.
I, like every other girl, would like to have a hardcore, tall, dark, handsome, mature, funny, artistic, musically inclined, smart, confident, mysterious, badass with a sweet heart.
Wish me luck.
As soon as I'm 18 I'm out of this hell hole known as North Carolina.
I'm too loud sometimes, and too quiet others.
I may be young, but it doesnt mean I dont know how to get crunkkk
I'm smart and intuitive, acctually talk to me instead of judging me by my fucking myspace profile and you will easily see that.
You never want to fight me, I will verbally rip you a new one, and physically rip you limb from limb.
Dont belive me? Ask the last bitch that crossed me.
I give good advice, but I cant take my own.
I like to over embellish, wave my arms around, and contort my face in very grotesque ways when I describe things.
Makeup=love.
Cross me and I'll rip off your arms and beat you to death with them
I'm the rawest, artsiest, craziest, funnest, randomist, rudest, crudest, graceless, funniest, boldest, badass bitch you’ll ever meet.
Cross my heart.
Sidenote: I deleated my old myspace for a reason, please dont be a dick and try to stalk me/be a pervert and try to get naked pictures/ask me to "holla at you"/send me stupid messages saying nothing more than "sup"/send me messages that arent in english. [the only other language I can speak to you in is Spanish, no not l33t, I'm really fucking sorry dumbass.]

Gorecki

If I should die
This very moment
I wouldn't fear
For I've never known completeness.
Like being here
Wrapped in the warm of you
Loving every breath of you.
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends?

Unknown Pleasures

I found cigarette butts on the doorstep
so I know you're round here sometimes
we've never met but if we do
Im just confused I suspect
you understand the problem sometimes
in dreams I will embrace you
standing in the ashes on my doorstep
-James

F is for Forensics

Spike the I.V. with kerosene as insects halo an open wound.
They flutter death threats in morse code and old habits are exposed.
Secret handshake decapitation.
Push the knife back in before embalming fluid seeps.
I'm pulling out the scissors for old times sake.
It's not fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Hi-fives with butcher knives,
they're hoping for a fast recovery.

Go Wash Your Mouth, I Dont Know Where its Been

Today I watched the sunset in the East
Turns out it was the sunrise
And I walked a path as I told a story

I watched you through your window
I watched the sky as the moon was left reflecting on the day
I scared you away, so

If I can't have you I'll just close my eyes
And pretend she is you.. Pretend you are mine
I can see the world through your window
And I sing to you every night from here

Today I prayed my plane would crash
You'd hear the news
And you'd think of me as much as I thought of you

And if you never repeat my words
You said them before, and I remember the sound
I keep the lights off
I know you're right here
No matter what, you can't say no to me in my dreams

Your routine is so divine. I have it memorized
As you walk to your window with your light on inside
I know you'll never find me here
As you admire the view
Do you know how pretty you look with your hair down?
I walk to the window admiring the view

She cried when she found it.
It's feathers were matted and pressed to its side.
It's wings were no longer able.
Still she begged it to fly.
It's body as frail as paper and wet from her tears.
She knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven.
Gently pressing its head to her heart.

Its body as frail as paper and wet from her tears.
She knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven.
Gently pressing its head to her heart.

The sun slips so we dance upon the image nonetheless.
The sun slips so we danced nonetheless