Name:it's the motherfucking ru Location: K-town-wot!, United States Gender:Female
Interests:strung out revelations. punk rock baby. indie rock. hip hop. local shows. finding art in everything. sarcastic humor. forties and kentucky whiskey. graff/ vandalism. . astrology and philosophy. menthol. all things illicit . loyalty. my fat kitty. guitar. washing my hair. my bitches and hos. being the fucking EPITOME of cool. having a vagina. tryin' to stay afloat in shallow water. killin' the snotty cunts, when i'm not being one. making as much trouble as humanly possible. burning bridges, and probably thinking you're an idiot. unless you're god or i want in your pants... Expertise:being the kid your mother warned you about. Intellect. sleeping in. insomnia. being responsibly irresponsible. wandering aimlessly. loving animals, NOT eating them. self expression and free thinking. caring less. all things celestial. peach tea. getting eaten alive by insects. m u s i c. boozing it up... living the kailua-town monotony and being a cancer. i have a good heart, i swear. if i show it to you. Occupation:Artist
it's almost disappointing to me that apparently sorrow is the primary motivator to my writing endeavors and further, when those feelings are present is when i am best able to to express my thoughts through literature, making sense of the chaos that embellishes my thoughts. while simultaneously the lack there of is a tangible testimony to the affluence i am experiencing in this stage of life. which in itself brings some satisfaction.
e v o l u t i o n.
proliferation...
-when given to deeper thought on the subject matter, i came to grasp that you cannot justly articulate unadulterated gratitude through words alone. which i'm assuming, is where my inadequacy of these attempts to exact my new found awareness are stemming from. -in its truest form, gratitude is an idea that comes to fruition in the form of enlightenment, and ultimately can only be expressed through the action of love itself.
veracious love is abound, fills you, brims from you overflows from your existence, and consequently cascades on all encompassing you.
(notably, although not to your dismay, this may prove to be quite confronting to others, accentuating their own adversity and pollution. the same disservices that you formerly allowed to victimize and define yourself as well)
-mox·ie
[mok-see] –nounSlang.
1.vigor; verve; pep.
2.courage and aggressiveness; nerve.
3.skill; know-how.
an infinite crusade, briefly peering through the keyhole, i would like to i will get behind the door.
writing is a therapeutic expression of self and apparently i used to be alright at it. i really hope it wasn't all the pot i used to smoke. haha. fahk. or the fact that was i brimming with self hatred and resentment. awe. rereading the thoughts streaming through my fifteen year old mind has brought on some mixed feelings. but with practice perhaps i can put so eloquently my thoughts into motion again.
ok here goes.
-------- the palpitation in my chest is with apprehensive anticipation a trepidation of your deductions v.u.l.n.e.r.a.b.i.l.i.t.y. grounds this sensation
clawing through obscurity confusion of my own fabrication my absence has been prolonged
anesthetizing consciousness to evade cognizance now relinquished to myself i must affront these villains.
ensconcing my uncertainties i covet your captivation. an appetite for your compliance ever ingrained in my disposition
desperately aching for you to unearth ephemeral love, my proposition. ---------
to which countless may appear as loneliness, an empty glass calculable others would assent the boundless contingencies. abandon.
