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.:Seizure Warning:.

Very special thank you video for all my peeps! Love you all! :D


I used to think I couldn’t color my hair bright colors because I was a boy.. Not only that but it seems that people always portray black people as ghetto once they see them with colorful hair. Screw that. Never give anyone the power to define you. You can do whatever you want, don’t let society scare you into suppressing your creativity. If you want to walk around with wonky hair.. Then do so. It doesn’t mean you’re wonky, ghetto, or stupid. You just have a unique way of expressing yourself.


“The lies most difficult for a person to bear
…are the ones they tell themselves.” [Ch. 79]

New Moon’s Daughter

I wake as the sun is dreaming of shallows. Holy heart
with your bright black stain.
Oh poor melancholy princess, your stinking humbug rug
(as always, the inevitable cry of Waste!)

In the end, the real question is: who breached the breach
and killed the rabbit?
Well, I only look at the sky. I am a fool
for all of its answers. Even hear me say, Dear God,
and think of things nobody else repeats–
you’ll find I exist as my own island, shuddering towards some home.

And who has time these days for the odd, old world?
I am tired, tired, tired
I am rolled flat and cooked to a crisp. Oh princess
your frivolous mouth, your righteous fit
(nitwit, nitwit)
I thought maybe I loved you
(and then, what came of it?)

I wake as the sun is dreaming of lonely things,
unhappy things. I wake and the sea is there and my body
is crusted as the rocks. Princess, pretend I am crazy!
I am crazy, crazy, crazy!

I wake, convinced that half my mind
has lost itself to slaughter.