I have never been the kind of girl that has dreamt of a knight in shining armour.

 Dark Knight by Sung Jin Kim

It's odd really since I grew up in a colourful and happy fairytale world where a knight in shining armour would have fitted right in. I believed in gnomes and fairies and I could see the wonderful glimmering magic all around me in the world. However, it was always the contrasts and the darkness that fascinated me the most. As a silent observer I noted the obscure dark sides of people around me more than I the polished surfaces that they had chosen to display to the world around them. In the middle of the political correctness I saw the dark slimy threads of bigotry and filthy lies that was the true nature of the person.

My Cinderella was the classic Cinderella that tortured her step sisters by forcing them to wear iron boxes with hot coals in them for shoes, not the sweet Disney version. If something so sweet and beautiful can be so cruel then it should be possible for the ugly and horrid to show compassion too. Where can we truly draw the line between good and evil when we know that reality is not black and white? I love the "dark" side, not because it is evil but because it is discriminated against by bigots that stereotype rather than looking to the nature of the individual. I've seen more truly good acts done by people who are shunned by others than by those who are accepted.

This is True.

I'm a subscriber of the This is True newsletter. It is true stories about dumb people, often criminals, and the truth is far worse than fiction most of the time. The subscription gives me a weekly laugh and I want to spread they fun by posting about it today.

In the "This is True blog" you will be able to see a master piece sketch of an attacker... a bird. The woman did in all seriousness provide the sketch to warn other people of that specific bird. You have to see the sketch to get what's so funny so please go there. While you are at it you should take a look at the altered drivers license that a woman got when she renewed her old one. Her street address had been changed to ... Well go and have a look and you'll find out.

Let me tell you this:

If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, its not because they enjoy solitude. Its because they have tried to blend into the world before and people continue to disappoint them. (Jodi Picoult)

 (North Beach, San Fransisco - Dennis Stock)

Rare moments of productivity.

Every now and then there's a sudden spark of energetic productivity in my life and today I've sparkled like the night sky during a meteor shower. I feel so damn good about myself I could burst.

His smiling eyes haunts me.

Twinkles in the dark corners of my mind and taunts me. Memories of otherwise forgotten passions, softly touching the strands of my tattered soul. I know you... No, I knew you. I knew how to play you like an instrument so perfectly tuned to play my song. I knew how to make you smile and I knew how to make you cry... but I never knew how much you really meant to me, until after you were gone. I never got to tell you all those things that mattered and now it's too late. You're not him, he's not you. He's a reminder of something that should never have been, and now I'm captivated by his charm, trapped by his boyish smile and spellbound the shy look in his eyes. Collateral damage in a war he never even knew existed.

The soft sound of words slowly entering my mind.

A slight shiver runs through my memories and for a short while I can feel the excitement of life again. A thrill of interest and a blush on my skin as my imagination runs away with my sanity for a brief moment. Such an interesting man, such an intriguing personality, I want  to play with him like a cat plays with its prey. Poke him and make him bleed, tease him and then enjoy his pain.

The moment fades, the sanity returns and I politely reply while gently ignoring his boyish smile and inviting flirtatious move.

There are days...

Bleeding Rose - Adrian Borda

There are days when I'm tired of the suffering that life is and I long for death more than anything else. There are days when I do all the things I'm not supposed to do, in a childish attempt to challenge fate and flip it the bird. There are days when I find some form of depraved satisfaction in the pain and I dwell in it while longing for it to get worse. However, most days I just want to drug myself out of my mind because I like the drugs and the escape they provide me with. Why bother living when nothing can interest and amuse you anymore?

R.I.P Ronnie James Dio

If your circle stays unbroken then you're a lucky man 'cause it never never never has for me

In the palace of the virgin lies the chalice of the soul and it's likely you might find the answer there

She had thirteen years of teenage tears and never a helping hand

She had fourteen more of rain before she saw the sight of land

She was a photograph just ripped in half a smile inside a frown

And then the light the answer right inside her coming down

She said I can go away I can leave here I can be invisible I'll go away

He was just eighteen and in between a lady and a man

His daddie's girl in momma's world and that was when he ran

You know the word confused has been abused but that's just what he was

And then the spark inside the dark the answer came because it said

You can go away you can leave here you can be be be invisible

Well I grew up quick and I felt the kick of life upon a stage

So I bought the book and took a fast look at just the very last page

It was a single word that I'd just heard from the two that came before

The only way to really stay is to walk right out the door

So you can go away I'm gonna leave here I can be invisible and go away again

I can go away when I leave here I can be invisible

I said when I've gone away lord you know it's right to leave here

So I just became invisible I went away, disappear before your eyes.

You never touch me you never feel me you'll never see me again because I've just become unseen

Well I'm a photograph that's been torn in half and the only teen never in between

We need a helping hand to the holy land to be invisible to go away

-=[Dio]=-

The little man with the great voice is gone, the magic he created lives on.

Love You To Death

Demonatrix - Dorian Cleavenger

In her place one hundred candles burning,

As salty sweat drips from her breast.

her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying,

They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... yeah.

Yeah.

Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine,

I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?

Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying,

They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... yeah.

Yeah.

I beg to serve, your wish is my law,

Now close those eyes and let me love you to death.

Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying?

Begging,

I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get.. yeah.

Let me, love you to...

Let me, love you to death.

To death.

Let me, love you to...

Let me, love you to death.

To death.

Am I good enough for you?

Am I good enough for you?

Am I?

For you?

Am I?

For you?

Am I good enough

For you?

-=[Type O Negative]=-

Sometimes an innocent Google search....

... will take you places you had never thought existed. It's not that I could never imagine guys stuffing things up their penises, I was looking for penis plugs so the thought is not foreign to me. I've also heard rumours about a guy and his golf ball going down that route too.

But a music cassette? ... I would never have thought it up... never in a million years. Now I wonder who the guy is and what other tricks he has up his sleeve ... uhm dick.

Dick Trick

Take one hard dick and draw stripes with a red lipstick, or a red permanent marker if you don't like the smear. Polish the knob and sprinkle glitter over it for that "magical" effect, then pour one bucket of snow or finely crushed ice over it all. Congratulations! You now have you very own North Pole. =)

Safety tip: Make sure that the man that the dick is attached to is tied up with unbreakable restraints.