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I'm the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable
Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
GALLERY OF THE Q
Q Profile
Q's Dead Journal
Links to shit about me outside my domain:
DeviantArt
RMF mara
RMF kadaya
RMF poysinous
RMF myst
HON
yahoo poysinous
yahoo poysinightmare
hotmail asotus vereoritus paelex
hotmail poysinous
Goth personal thing i have
i was born, some stuff happened, and now i'm dying.
i like:
music, my guitars, piano, violin, drums, ect... writing stories and poems, drawing, painting and making klyptart... trying to explain my madness... um.... soup, orchids, cocoa puffs, trying new things and making people uncofortable..
I dont like:
consciously knowing that i (as is everyone) am truly alone, being abandoned, loosing people i 'love', fish, TOO MUCH physical exurtion), people that are better than me (that makes everybody), myself, ricky martin, my dad when he's blasting ricky martin at 4 o clock in the morning and i'm trying to get to sleep ( or listen to some GOOD music not that god awful repititious crap that pumps out of our damn huge ass speakers at full volume ::calm:: ) and people that are mean to me...
i'm double jointed, i'm a Q... not quite human. its really quite luverly
i play guitars, violin, piano, drums, i cant really but do anyway sing and spasticly dance, i can write shit that only sounds good in my head but people claim to like except for catie freil who doesn't like it at all... oh yeah and i can control... stuff...and i'm psycho. ask some people.
i do this all for me... i started this web site to focus on stuff when they started the tests... and going though last year my 'creativity' soared and gave this site most of its content... when they were trying to fix my head.. now... i do nothing... xcept play guitars... i lost my motivation, i'm just too tired.
defiling virgins. uh, i mean virgin paper, playing the fore mentioned instruments badly, singing, writing, making noise, and annoying people.
music, painting. making holes in walls, melting stuff, taking stuff apart... putting stuff together by melting and other means of bondage... did i say bondage? i didnt mean it... ::giggle:: you know normal stuff.
i have no accomplishments now... i had a lot before... but what i had was nothing... so now i am left with everytning... nothing.
i have no family.
once there was a little girl who asked to many questions... and she died.
they dont like me.
except for maybe jezzy ryan terror erin and coley ake phil
but everyone i care about leaves me
FROM THE CHAOS
THERE IS ORDER.
FROM THE ORDER
THERE IS THE DRAGON.
WITH THE DRAGON
THERE IS VICTORY.
HAIL TIAMAT! HAIL VICTORY!
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