My monster of a daughter.





Computer Geeks!





COWLICK!!!





I'M SO DAMN CUTE!!!




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It's the Shia monster!



 kissing is a habit,fucking is a game,guys get all the pleasure,girls get all the pain,the guy says he loves you,you believe it's true,your stomach starts to swell,he says fuck you,one hour of pleasure,nine months of pain,three days in the hospital,a baby without a name,the baby is a bastard,the mother is a whore,this never would have happened if the rubber had not torn
 peace,pot,tequila shot,jesus loves you stoned or not,sex,drugs,rock n' roll,speed,weed,birth control,life's a bitch then you die so fuck the world and let's get high. and if at first you don't succeed find a friend with better weed.
 magic potion,LSD,and a little bit of PCP,we are stoners we've got class,mess with us we'll kick your ass,so all you prepz that think you're cool,FUCK YOU ALL,cause STONERS RULE!!!


If I was a profession I'd be: musican
If I was a country I'd be: Sweden
If I was a ocean or body of water I'd be: Black Sea
If I was a piece of candy I'd be: carmel smidge!
If I was a store I'd be: Enchanted Garden
If I was a brand of shoe I'd be: merelle
If I was a bad habit I'd be: addiction
If I was a swear word I'd be: fuck
If I was a ice cream flavour I'd be: green mint chocolate chip
If I was a disease I'd be: ebola
If I was a feeling I'd be: numb
If I was a war I'd be: the end of all things
If I was a city I'd be: atlantis
If I was a colour I'd be: black
If I was a currency I'd be: yen
If I were a month, I'd be: june
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: friday
If I were a time of day, I'd be: midnight
If I were a planet, I'd be: mars
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: otter
If I were a direction, I'd be: west
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: porch swing
If I were a sin, I'd be: lust
If I were a liquid, I'd be: tequila, patron platinum only!
If I were a tree, I'd be: red oak
If I were a bird, I'd be: sparrow
If I were a flower/plant, I'd be: mushroom
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: tornado
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: mandolin
If I were an animal, I'd be: coyote
If I were a sound, I'd be: wind
If I were an element, I'd be: fire
If I were a book, I'd be: The Book of Shadows
If I were a food, I'd be: eggroll
If I were a material, I'd be: stone
If I were a taste, I'd be: spicy
If I were a word, I'd be: silence
If I were a body part, I'd be: eyes
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: hope
If I were a shape, I'd be a: pentagram
If I were a number, I'd be: 15


I walk through the obsidian fields of poppy
Peering into each flower I pass
An image flickers amidst their depth
A mere reflection? Or an echo of a memory past.
I come upon small Blue flowers
all but hidden in the broken darkness.
I cradle their velvet petals with delicate fingers
Show me little one, What is in your heart?
The flower, I pluck from its long golden stem
And molten vision floods upon the ground
the amount of vision seems endless
painting the obsidian fields an emerald green
whilst washing away the darkness to reveal
purple bruised stormclouds snaked through with cracks of turquiose. 
The promise of brightness to come.
Rolling, boiling they fill the sky
Raining down tears as the heavens repent.
I raise my face to the storm-torn sky
and from my lips a feral cry.
I wait in silence still as stone.....
And who to greet but my love alone!
For truth to meet in flesh this time.
Rain pouring down,
a shy, hopeful smile alights my face.
Could this be true love? Is this really real?
He takes my hand, and we dance for all time.
Sometimes together and others apart, yet as one. One step ahead, the other close behind.
And then the glory fades, the rain finaly slows, and daylight breaks, dries out our clothes.
A pause in step, a skip in the beat, now in arythmic time, an illusion to keep.
A loss of the line, my feet swept away, now falling through the light. And I open my eyes.