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Stuff.
Hey this is the part of the site where I get to say whatever the hell I want!
First off, Bush sucks, and if you did not know this by know please contact your local emergency medical technician because there is something seriously wrong with you and I worry about you. If you agree with me, hey, you have passed part one of your health test. I know, now everyone out there is gonna flip out- "There's a test! There's a test! Lets all go cower in a corner where we can wallow in our stupidity!" Well, take a friggin riddilin and chill. There is no test, I know you are smart enough already because you are actually looking at my site! Well second off, Sylvia Plath rocks! I will use this opportunity to insert one of my favorite poems of hers entitled Lady Lazarus- Lady Lazarus I have done it again.One year in every tenI manage it-A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?-
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I am a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot-
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands,
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
"A miracle!"
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart-
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge,
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blook
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash-
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there-
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer,
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air. Isn't that great? I mourn the loss of such a great poetess.
About the Webmaster
I am a individual with very strong opinions about the world and the shit that goes down in it. I play the electric bass, electric guitar, snare drum, acoustic guitar and the bass drum in my school's marching band. I am in my freshman year in high school, and I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, your average clueless teenage chick. I am learning to be open minded and am expressing my individuality freely, no bars. I am in love with who perhaps is the greatest guy I have ever met, Sam, every girl out there should be jealous of me because, well, he's the sweetest guy ever.... I have a great family and I love them very much. I live in southwestern Ohio and I hate it here. John, I hate you! I now know (with help from Sam!) that you are a manipulating, heartless son-of-a-bitch! What you did to me was wrong- you and I both know it! Thats not the way love goes- but that is how rape goes, you bastard!
Well, thats me, if you have a problem with it, well then, screw you.
I created this site in hopes that I will learn to control myself, my words, emotions and actions. This site is also in search of my true self. I hope that you like it, and if you don't, well, there's nothing I can do about that.
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