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Sunday, May 18, 2008
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everything you never wanted to know......
Current mood:  chill
Category: Quiz/Survey
Name: Druscilla
Nickname: Evil stepmother, God's Bitch, L'il Boots, Drooby
Birthdate: 19 June
Birth Place: Sydney
Current Location: Redneck, bull wrangling, horse rustlin' territory
Eye Colour: hazel
Hair Colour: brunette
Height: 5' 4" (convert it to metric yourself, I suck at maths)
Weight: haha next to nothing
Piercings: none at the mo
Tattoos: 1 small red rose, but I want it redone
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: oh, don't complicate things!! lol....single
Vehicle: VN commodore that doubles as an all purpose vehicle
Overused Phrase: wicked. fuck, fuck you, mothafuckas (last one generally reserved for politicians and other social misfits)
FAVOURITES
Food: Not prejudiced
Pub/Restaurant: Only good thing in a pub is a pool table and/or a band...otherwise, you won't find me in 'em....restaurants? any :-)
Candy: Fairy floss (yeah, it counts!!!)
Number: 3
Colour: black, purple
Animal: horses (fave) but any really
Drink: bourbon, pretentious cocktails with dubious ingredients, water
Body Part On Opposite Sex: eyes
Perfume: Maja, lavender
TV Show: Lab rat mentality "reality" shows
Music Album: Too many definitve ones to pick a fave
Movie: Devil's Rejects, Pirates of the Carribean, Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Actor/Actress: Johnny Depp, Cate Blanchette
THIS OR THAT
Pepsi or Coke: either which way
McDonalds or Burger King: either in desperation
Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla
Hot Chocolate or Coffee: both!
Kiss or Hug: See previous question
Dog or Cat: ditto again
Rap or Punk: Punk
Summer or Winter: everything in it's own season...but winter in front of an open fire on a misty day can't be beaten
Scary or Funny Movies: either, or even better both in one (eg:Devil's Rejects. Motel Hell)
Love or Money: Definitely love
YOUR...
Bedtime: What's that?
Most Missed Memory: I don't miss my memories, I keep them close
Best Physical Feature: How the fuck do I know??!!
First Thought On Waking Up: Shit!
Ambition: To see my children happy
Best Friends: The most radical, eccentric, creative, talented, beautiful people you could ever find
Weaknesses: chocolate, books, 2nd hand clothing shops, markets
Fears: cidadas (no, I don't know why)
Longest Relationship: 7 years
Cheated On A Partner: No
Been Beaten Up: hit, not beaten up
Beaten Someone Up: I put a security guard's balls thru his nostrils...that count?
Shoplifted: Once when I was young and stupid
Skinny Dipped: wots it to you?!
Kissed The Same Sex: yes
Been Dumped Lately: haha oh fuck yeah
IN A GUY
Eye Colour: doesn't matter, it's what's behind them that counts
Hair Colour: doesn't really matter but attracted to brunette
Hair Style: long and/or interesting
Height: it's never mattered
Style: themselves
Looks or Personality: Personality and interesting looks
Hot or Cute: Define hot.....I notice someone's eyes before I notice their ass, I want to explore their mind before I'm interested in exploring their body...and cute bores me!
Round or Skinny: preferably not obese....apart from that, doesn't matter
RANDOMS
Country You Want To Visit: sooo many!!!!
How You Want To Die: haha What makes you think I wanna die? I expect I'll stop breathing...like every one
Been Shopping Lately: gotta eat
Get Along With Your Parents: bahahaha! .....no
Health Freak: BAHAHAHA!!!!!.....no
Think Yourself Attractive: I haven't proposed to myself yet..
Want To Go To College: Art college, yes
Do You Smoke: ummm....socially
Do You Drink: socially
Shower Daily: bath, shower's broken
Been In Love: apparently :-)
Want To Get Married: Not an overriding ambition but yes, if I met someone who I felt I could trust enough to become one with.... without losing my essence.
Want Children: Got 4 beautiful kids :-) and 8 'adopted' ones
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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Song of my Soul
Current mood:  indescribable
Category: Writing and Poetry
Song of my soul You shiver in a moment of time Cold Lost in the torments of the mundane I search for you But all is silence A vast stretch of desolation Beyond the tears Where do you hide sweet minstrel? You play for me no more The roar of silence Dreams repressed I know myself no more Dead You have taken the essence of me And locked it away In silence
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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The Warning
Current mood:  pensive
Category: Writing and Poetry
Child, beware the twilight dwellers Those whose hearts rise with the moon Their smiling faces, teeth bared Unknowing of care Dried bones scarred by time Their darkened hearts ever seeking Ever feasting Beware my child They will beguile you with sweet words And carve their name into your heart Their eyes will draw you as to your destiny And their touch shall etch into your skin Their lips shall taste sweet Yet be full of bitter poison Beware child, 'tis your soul they seek To be a companion on their endless road A witness to their sad affliction Theirs is a heart that cannot feel Yet never stops beating They will drink your life essence And claim it for their own Beware my child, lest you become one of them To dwell in history's darkest shadows Never resting nor appeasing your hunger Nor finding the peace that haunts your immortal soul Eternity shall be yours And you shall be her prisoner There is no beauty in the undead But that which belongs to others Now close your eyes and sleep ……..
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Thursday, February 07, 2008
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Love Poems part 2 - One Thousand Miles
Category: Writing and Poetry
This poem was inspired by a deviant art friend who was serving in Iraq. The online communications between him and his young wife in America provided a personal insight into the consequences of war and the ability of love to conquer fear and distance. If only we all knew love like these two have! Happily, they are now re-united.
As I drift one thousand miles
Past unseen eyes and hidden smiles
Through silken veils those eyes shall see
My hidden soul, the truth of me
And when the silken veils should part
Disrobe the garment of my heart
Then plant within a spoken word
My dreams in darkness, hope unheard
A heart set free will not forget
Nor lose its seasons in regret
As darkness stalks the melting day
You're still one thousand miles away
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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Love Poems part 1
Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
You are my downfall
The sweet vengeance of my perdition
You lay siege to my heart of stone
Leaving red- rose stains on my sheets
I kiss your cold dead lips
And wipe my shattered dreams from your brow
My desire is naked
My jagged thoughts transparent
There is no defense against such sabotage
Silently I watch my fortress crumble
Thank you to B C Beneke for the inspiration of his poetry challenges. This was written for one such challenge in which the writer had to use the highlighted words, or derivatives of them.... lotsa fun
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Monday, December 17, 2007
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’Til Death..."
Category: Art and Photography
Love should never become a prison
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STRIPPED OF GLORY
Category: Art and Photography
With much thanks to the Screaming Jets for their lyrical inspiration
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Beige = Death
Current mood: rebellious
Category: rebellious Writing and Poetry
Beige is ……
The colour of indecision
And mindless mass subjection
Blending into the vacuous
Without statement or stance
Beige shoes, beige shirts
Beige minds, beige hearts
No passionate reds
Nor melancholy blues
Beige is……
The colour of extinction
And tragic lack of vision
The annihilation of the senses
The mute on self expression
Beige = Death!
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Currently
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The Shape of Punk to Come: A Chimerical Bombation In 12 Bursts
By
Refused
Release date: 27 October, 1998
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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IF ONLY......
Category: Writing and Poetry
My talented 12yo daughter wrote this poem for school. We are in the grip of the worst drought in history. Her words capture the effect of this catastrophe and the spirit of hope that keeps our country folk going in the face of seemingly endless adversity. The poem is going to be published in the local paper. The painting is one she did for an art show. Proud parent? You bet!!!
if only the grass was green,
if only the cows had feed.
if only the gardens weren't dead,
if only the country weren't hanging on a thread.
if only the rivers would flow with water,
overflowing with joy.
if only the clouds would form a group,
and make the grass grow tall.
if only they would have invented a BIG fly swatter,
so flies didn't get in your hair.
if only the world weren't coming to an end,
if only the country would just take a bend.
if only the world were a safe place, and global warming was gone.
if only the crops would suddenly grow,
and the grass would grow up to my hips.
if only the country spirit were alive,
and the country folk got together.
if only the smell of rain would come to life,
and the paddocks would fill with long,green grass
if only the horses would graze on farms,
and cattle would walk safely on turf.
if only the parks were filled with wildlife,
not snakes and creepy crawlies.
feel the dust turn to rain and feel the trees grow strong,
feel warm water turn cold and the grass grow under your feet.
hear the birds call as they check out the scene,
and hear the trees ruffle from the storms brewing in.
hear the patters of the rain on the roof,
and the roar as the skies hit the earth.
take care of this world,
it's all that we have.
be nice to it and it will be nice back!
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Monday, December 17, 2007
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STRIPPED OF FLESH
Category: Writing and Poetry
Stripped of flesh, you gorge yourself On dissonance and yesterday's news Sliced and diced, circumvented You blister with disease Eyes wired shut and heart dissected Empty spaces of inbetween Gorged delicacy of discontent With nothing to appease Wide eyed with fear you stand immobile A victim of a fate unseen Incarcerated by your senses You can no longer bleed
Image: "Tell Me Where It Hurts" stock pics: deviant art, image after
model - WitsResources http://witsresources.deviantart.com/
background - image after
machinery - Ken Stone http://otherunicorn.deviantart.com/
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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Sightless I See
Current mood:  disgusted
Category: Writing and Poetry
Sightless I see the sad parody That which I have become A betrayal to my own truth A whore to my very existence Sold out, slapped around Vicious and vicarious Me! Me! Fucking Me!! Give to ME Want ME Forgive ME Why ME? And who am I anyway? Who was I ever? Did I have a name by which to accuse? Bitch! Slut! Vacuous waste of space! Why can't you be like someone else? Like them? They have names and suits They drive Maseratis Over poor men's souls Something to aspire down to! I have become my pain My identity lies in silent screams Daily inertia, tattered dreams Dark pits that have no name So call me what you want It doesn't matter anymore Maybe it never did! Bitch! Liar! Angel! Whore!
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Saturday, October 06, 2007
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NO PAIN
Current mood:  disappointed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Dead from the waist up No heart, no mind No pain
Nothing ventured, nothing gained Nothing lost No pain A soulless vacuum, dreamless sleep No tomorrow No pain No hearts or flowers give me Shallow graves Of pain Spare me words and gifts No hope or longing No pain Betrayal of my comfort zone Familiar stirrings Of pain Never again.
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Sunday, July 22, 2007
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CHRYSALIS
Category: Writing and Poetry
The chrysalis of my dreams Lies dormant in the cold, dark earth Waiting for your sun, your smile The words that bring such sweet rebirth Your touch upon my fragile wings Shall not crush their new found flight Nor bruise their cloak of gossamer dreams That shine like stars upon the night
For beauty brief the heart does seek A moment in eternity Where time is not a lover's foe And you will never part from me
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