To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes.
-Arthur Miller on Marilyn Monroe.
obsessions: dead icons, time periods before my own, and licentious behavior.
i'm currently learning how to knit and it's becoming a favorite. yay for scarves!
i take naps after showering. and in the nude too.
my motto: never belong to anyone.
my favorite words: androgyny, voluptuous, feral, bones, and C U Next Tuesday.
i idolize the most brilliant mad-man pianist: Oscar Levant.
someday i'll live in a house surrounded by japanese cherry blossom trees.
i often moonwalk through Walmart and grocery stores.
i like to smoke. i like to booze. i like to fall asleep in strange beds.
i wish i was the love-child of Johnny Depp and Tim Burton.
if you knew me in person i'd convince you that i'll bite the dust before i'm thirty.
i'm fond of lying in the bottom of my bathtub when i want some peace.
i flood recklessly through the path of wild abandon.
i believe you don't need happiness to survive but a hunger to overcome.
i've learned my greatest lessons in the badlands and I wouldn't have it any other way.
in the words of Kurt Vonnegut: "everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."
activities: hot boxing. rolling with the homies.
interests: Victor and Emily [my boobs]. daydreaming. cigarettes. classic bitchery. sex. Harley Quinn. autumn. insanity. rave bracelets. Marilyn Monroe. androgyny. skanking in the kitchen [ska dancing]. gothic gloves. coffee. fairies. aimless driving. candles. sour candy. destruction. touching bones. James Dean. howling at the moon. Chicago. marble soda. constellations. bombshells. open sexuality. Sid & Nancy. sleeping naked. fedoras. bubblebaths. glitter. glow sticks. fishnets. Japanese graffiti. gypsies. harpiscords. pro-choice and gay marriage. cooking. mohawks. eyeliner. early morning parties. Neverland. corsets. energy drinks. Betty Boop. ice cream. biting. drag queens. my dog: Charlie Bucket.
books: Peter Pan. The Virgin Suicides. Candy. The Fountainhead. The Great Gatsby. Mad Love. Lolita. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Evidence of Things Unseen. 1984. Joker. If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things. The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy. The Crow. GirlBomb. Harry Potter. Party Monster. The Catcher in the Rye. The Illustrated Man. The Killing Joke. Coraline. The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Lullabies for Little Criminals. East of Eden. The Watchmen. Middlesex. Ecstasy. Breakfast of Champions. Post Secret books. Hunter S. Thompson. Sylvia Plath. Edgar Allan Poe. T.S. Eliot. Chuck Palahniuk. Etgar Keret.
Kendal: libertine.
"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl... "
-The Cure
- Member since March 25, 2006.
- My mood is
, and quote is "I need to hunger, I need to drown". - I am a girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm biting the straightjacket.
- I am in the groups AntiTwilight Lovers, The Joker
- I have 1,210 comments, 5 contests, 475 poems, 208 stories, 1 journal
My Stories
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At some point, she would blaze beneath his chest. He’d cave over like a tide pulling her out to sea, a paper girl anchored beneath his sal200 words, 4 comments, October 20, 2009. In Exit music
My Poetry
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100 words, 4 comments, January 7. In noguest
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100 words, 6 comments, December 7, 2009. In Adult
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she was sleeping beauty with eyes wide
but unresponsive<100 words, 12 comments, December 2, 2009
My other items
- Isabelle Marie at allpoetry
the sky spoke in a language of metal wind chimes
and spoons clattering in a porcelain sink - Hook. at allpoetry
I'm the asylum's linoleum floors and all the holed rags the patients have wasted themselves on, trying to clean the breached moon craters that let the diseases in. the sickness running feral like a pack of dogs engorged with - reckless abandonment. at allpoetry
details.
My journal entries
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I despise the very air of people who prance around, deep throating it in your mouth, and going on and on about how they're going to "find themselves." There's an extreme amount of loathing geared to those people. And the funny thing is, they think they're so "deep" [as in, like, an ocean with, like, buried treasureJune 15, 2009, In Dedication to all the lost soul. 300 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
Guest Book
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Tokyo Kid on February 8Oops, getting mixed up in The Cure and HIM. xD
It was the Bird-Mad Girl quote on your page that led me to download their songs. HIM is good too, but Cure just seeps into your bones and it's...divine. -
Tokyo Kid on February 8Hello again, lovely. I do hope she will come back soon. It's been a long, long time, and my skull is aching with the heaviness that only writer's block can bring. I'm poking around for some inspiration, like maybe books, movies, or a song that I can fall in love with. I actually went on this Tim Burton marathon just a couple days ago, but nothing is happening yet. :/
Just yesterday, late at night, I listened to The Cure's "Lullaby" and wow....it was gorgeous. My room was completely silent, so when the guitar strumming leaked into my brain I was already cold and shivering with anticipation. His voice reminds me of oil sliding down glass, or crows hanging on snow-sheathed branches in winter. Before the song even began, I knew that it was going to be about a spider, for the rhythm of the guitar made me think of one creeping along a wall. Then his whispery, hushed voice rolled over my skin like satin threads, and there was venom in his throat...a raging sadness that had dissolved into fear, loneliness, and lastly...acceptance. He could feel the spider on him, inside him, filling his veins with poison, and yet he didn't struggle (maybe because the spider had already paralysed him?).
I can't wait to download more Cure songs. Thank you so much for sharing them with me. I'm sure a story will come out of this. :]
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Tokyo Kid on February 3Fuck...you're so beautiful it hurts sometimes, Kendal.
That comment made my day. Well she better come back soon, otherwise there's going to be hell to pay! I'm going to lock her up in her room with the windows bolted shut, then I'm going to take away her stereo, boy band pictures, and telephone so she won't be distracted. I miss her terribly, the little shit. She's going to lose herself out there. :/
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Tokyo Kid on January 25Thank youuuuu
*Glomps updated story*
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