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Tears Pour Out Of The Sky:

Nourishing the novelties of nature. Life, love, and torture. Thy must suffer to earn. 

Life is beautiful. Personalities are brutal. 

Friends hate, and families unite.

Solar filled days bring successful dehydration.

-Desiree Darnell-

Blah Blah Blah.

Wednesday afternoon slowly slurping along.

Room decor and helicopters.

Kids revolve around my life. I have to be there for them. 

Friendships erupt before they die. 

The kind that poison you.

Friendships can be related to cherry blossoms;

Absolutely gorgeous, and take an eternity to bloom.

Blah Blah Blah.

Talk Talk Talk.

Vent Vent Vent.

What's there to discuss??

The weather?

-Which is wretched in my opinion.

Personal adventures?
-Chatting, flirting, splurging, and monitoring.
Monitoring what?
-Youths of the nation. Making sure there are no
scraped knees, no hitting, spitting, biting, or fighting.






(Originally written many of days ago)

Marley deserves to be in the oasis of his mentality. I'll see you in the afterlife.

Simplicity proves strong points. Because of refusing matters

 of disbelief caused him to be determined to prove his point.

Both were imprisoned for their ways.
 Both will forever be free within their minds and souls

Five In The Morning..

"Individuality and Spirituality are a conception that needs to be considered."
-Desiree Darnell.

"Enjoy the love while you can inhabit it, those whom possess the passion may not keep towards it.."
-Desiree Darnell

"Elope into death whilst the damage has begun."
-Desiree Darnell

"Peace is to war as love is to hate. War is love of power and passionate envy. Hate kills off the war causing internal peace."
-Desiree Darnell

"Spurts of impulse conquer your alternate reality of clinical sobriety."
-Desiree Darnell
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Abstinence isn't necessarily based around sexual desire. It's based on refusing to give into humane passions.

Thank You, Julian And Frankie..

Julian: Man, animal nor plant could ever thrive in weather as such :(

Desiree: Next month a blizzard shall storm through, while unicorns will prance in the oasis of the damned...

Julian: All whilst hailing frozen tar balls from the gulf.

Desiree: While solar winds scorch the non-existent plains of the north, incinerating what's left of the faulty architecture and behavior that inhabits the structure.

-Conversation referring to Texas and northern America-

....

Desiree: Why so? Because I am the goddess of lust and you are the son of Jesus' flaunts. He does envy the gorgeous souls after all, the Devil that is. For [we] draw more appreciation and praise, not to mention envy, than he.

Julian: Live like an Angel, die like a Devil... :)

-Conversation referring to religion-

....

Frankie: If there is one thing I know birds of a feather flock together, I have no fucking feathers, I never met anyone like me' mother, said I was raised a Leader.

Desiree: If we had feathers than the ozone would favor human kind and the Earth and Moon would smile back upon us.

Desiree: Did you know that we do feed back the Earth we take advantage of? From the Earth we return our minds and outer shells, we decompose, feeding the Earth the knowledge it needs to better itself.
-Continuous thoughts-

Desiree: But our burial ritual without the coffins or incinerations will cause waste to the living humans. The wood decomposes with the body. Decreasing the plauge, while increasing the quality of nutrients for those whom will thrive off of [us].

Timeline Of The Half Year

Six months until a new year. Add a few more months to that and my brother will be wedded to an amazing fiance.
January- The beginning of the year. The end of first semester of Sophomore year.
February- Great parties and horrible love life.
March- Attack Attack! & Sadies
April- 420
May- Final semester
June- Great summer start!

"I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect." -Alex Grey 

I Here By Say-

The World Is Slowly;
At its end. People are restlessly growing dumber and dumber. Drama scenes and fake eyelashes. People who can't speak up without the internet. Myspace whores and mall addicts. What's the point?
This town is all about the Twelfth Man and scholars. We are a college town, not a walkway to the un-dead. What is happening?
Will my peers grow out of this stage? Will they be infernally lost to their sins and addictions? What's the point of causing hell, when you forbid to acknowledge the fact it will come back to you when you're trying to make ends meet?
Am I the only one who wants to make something out of my life with my knowledge? I'm not gonna sell myself short like all the others. I have a purpose. Does anyone else?
One day you will have to grow up. One day you will have to decide when you need to shape things up. One day you'll have to realize the shit you do now, will have you in a clasp so tight you'll suffocate before you get out.
Immature youths have it good now, but what happens in the end? Will you be a washed out whore, or will you be happy with what you have done? Will you be grateful for building your own creations, or be grateful for destructing others' dreams?
I wish people will end their biased ways.. It's so miserable! Just to live a life like that. It tore me apart to shreds, and I'm still on my path to recovery.
Ghandi was shot for his beliefs in bettering society. Marley spoke words of pure love. Lennon's music enchanted millions by grasping their hearts by the meanings of a happier world.
Why must humanity revolve around hatred?

"To bare our souls is all we ask, to give all we have to life and the beings surrounding us. Here the nature spirits are intense and we appreciate them, make offerings to them - these nature spirits who call us here - sealing our fate with each other, celebrating our love."  -Alex Grey

My Annabel Lee

So apparently an epic thunderstorm came crashing down early this morning.. I thought it was part of a ritualistic dream. These past days I've had insane dreams repeating themselves; a different perspective of a person from the same dream.. It's driving me slowly insane.

I suppose you can call her my Annabel Lee. She haunts me in my dreams. My first love. My absolute everything. I don't know why I always hurt her..

She's the lightning that strikes my heart in my subconsciousness. Her kisses spark electric currents through my body. Alluring my mind into making love possible in every way.

I love you.

&♥;

12-22-09
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Christmas is just three days away. Being a teenager; I simply enjoy celebrating Christ's birthday more than I did a decade ago.(:Let me explain myself to those who don't understand:Well, yes, the gifts are the cherry on top of the holiday; just like rough sex is in a relationship. But it's the joy of giving, just like causing your partner's extended climax and powerful orgasm.(: [Yes, I enjoy using sex relations for ironically related subjects. But back to the explanation.]Giving is better than receiving. Yes, receiving's nice, but causing that smile on a loved ones face is priceless. Better than a Hallmark moment.Three more days 'till Christmas! My father also is a blogger. You may know him as the creator of Moopig Wisdom. His most recent blog was the "10 Days Of Christmas". Well, something along the lines of that.He has a very crude sense of humor, mixed well with mid 20th century humor. Exciting, huh?? Haha.Well; here's MY 12 days of Christmas:

1. "On The First Day Of Christmas, My Butt Pirate Sent To Me; A Ticket To New Orleans.
2. On The Second Day Of Christmas, My Mother Gave To Me; Two Anal Plugs And A Round Trip To The Queens.
3. On The Third Day Of Christmas, My Dealer Gave To Me; Three Fat Suites, Two Enormous Studded Plugs, And A Fucking Trip To Ghetto Ass Orleans.
4. On The Fourth Day Of Christmas, My Doctor Gave To Me; Four Bottles Of Xanax, Three Sticky Suites, Two Ass Stoppers, And A Ticket To, Man Fuck That Shit.
5. On The Fifth Day Of Christmas, I Gave Myself Away To An Ass Clogger & A Cheap Hooker In Louisville. Those Suites Fucked Me Up After Popping Ten Bars, And I Received A Felon-eeeeee-eeeee.
6. On..The..Sixth...Day....Of...Christmas, My Girlfriend Gave To Me, Five Gold Condoms, And The Rest Of The Shit Is Already Gone.
7. On The Seventh Damn Day Of Christmas, I Asked God For These; No More Days Of Christmas, Anal Reconstruction, A Cure For Herpes, And The Morning After Pill.
8. The Eighth Day Of Christmas, Didn't Exist For Meeeee! But I Did Get Rid Of The Damn Pear Tree, Doves That Infested It, All The Other Damn Anti Christs They Call 'Birds', Maids Ladies And Pipers, The Five False Gold Rings, And That Annoying ADHD Kid That Calls Himself A Drummer."

So There You Have It.(:



My mother told me to write a letter to Santa, requesting the presents I desired. Well, with me being me, a whacked out over-stimulated teen, I wrote something Santa would NOT improve of.(:I have it written down on a flimsy piece of notebook paper, but with me being me (once again) I kinda, 'misplaced it.' Maybe Fred used it to wipe his ass.. :)
But I can recall how some of it went. Don't judge me(: I am.. Unique.
Dear Santa; Oh how I yearn for these gifts that I ask for[?]Oh how I wish to be pleased.Please give these gifts to me(:
I wish to escape to the Netherlands.I would fall in love with a Leprechaun.We would have Ogre babies and roaches for pets.
I'll come home to Texas to see Mom & Pops,We'll sit along the bomb fire;and listen to Bob Marley.
Santa, please put a keg of Faygo under the tree,and don't forget the blow up doll for Guy!
Oh Santa, could you bring the dead back to life??I would love to gag the Oxy Clean Man, And make love to Heath Ledger.
I'll leave a bottle of Jack on the table,And a bag of Funions and Condoms.
Santa baby, you can come down my chimney Any Night ;)
Love,Froggy<3

Merry Christmas Fuckkers(: