Haus of Brutality

I used to be Snow White.. but I drifted...

23rd May
2011
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This is the most beautiful thing that I have ever known <3

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Brooklyn Brutality// I am Chaotic. Passionate. I am Damaged. Unapologetic. And this blog is proof.

She took the leap & built her wings on the way down.

Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

We buy balloons. We let them go.

... If the Moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression, of something beautiful, yet annihilating ...

//In this blog ye shall find a way to leave ye World behind.. Sprinkle a little Faery dust, mix the lime with the coconut & click your heels 3 times.. I guarantee you won't be in Kansas anymore.

My ramblings of bewilderment, & drug induced confessions. My pledges. My love letters. My poetry. My photos. My inspirations. My aspirations. My sorrow. My resentful rants fuelled by rage. My impulsive bouts of utter euphoria. My fucking blog.

I am always & never evolving. Shedding skin, as true as truth to my astrological nature, born in the Year of the Serpent & under the Haus of Aries, God of Mars. I am ever the passionate Warrior I was destined to be. I desire so much more than this world, this realm, this existence could ever give me.

I read, all of the greats; Baudelaire.Tolstoy. Palahnuick.Thompson. Plath. Neitszche. Shakespeare. Nin. Easton-Ellis. Nabokov. Bukowski. Emerson. Poe. De Beauviour. I write. I pose for the camera. I take my clothes off for financial gain. I practice witchcraft. I study the Arts & Philosophy. I learn lessons. And I'm still burning bridges.

//I am a walking fucking paradox. Lips like Sugar, Eyes like Meat.
//I am contradiction, a swirling chaotic rage of divinity, whispers of passionately detached silence.
//I rarely forgive, & never forget.

My blunt, damaged assault upon society is unapologetic & infamous, (I'm legitimately the one you parents warned you about.), I have quite the reputation & the rumours far surpass one's own creativity.

My confidence intimidates you, my aura leaves you spellbound & my intellectual complexity has you either intrigued or jaded. I know what I was, who I have become & where I intend to soar from here. I know exactly who I am.

The Ugly Beauty.
The Virgin Whore.
The Heretic Nun.

My soul knows all of my shadows, yet recoils from the light. The deeper I delve, the darker my lullaby becomes.

>> The Devil danced with my Demons, & the Fiddlers' tune is far from over <<