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We all have one...but no one likes to admit it...I will. Her name is Talon Unknown...I'm not her...she just gave me her name...She is my Polar Opposite...Shes spontanious, couragouse, wild...and just plain fun... When she wants something she just goes for it...and she truly doesnt give a shit of what you think...She is a free spirit...Shes everything I wish to be...But sadly lastnight she was shot...she was sitting in a park with her friends, and some angry gangsters rolled by in thier car, and started to shoot...they shot her heart perfectly...she made a beautiful corpse...I'll truly miss her...

I dont acctualy encourage rape...just thought the tittle would catch your attention...its really an unnessesary  sexual act...If you need to get laid that badly, pay a hooker, and mess around with her...She'll most likely enjoy being man handled...If I got raped...I dont think I would actualy care...Sure, I'd  be upset...but I think i would just shrug it off...I had it comming right?...I knew a girl who was raped...she made a huge deal of it...cried everytime she saw a guy who looked like the rapist...Thats laying it on a little think...though...I probably am just being cold...Whatever, its a disgusting action...

I really would perfer to die of Cancer, Or in a tragic accedent...or just naturaly...something that someone couldn't really get over...Death seems to be an inviting thought to alot of people...just to the fact that they think something will be waiting for them at the end of there life... And others are quite afraid of it because unlike some, they depend on logic, and have no clue what will happen after there few last seconds on earth...We all have our diffrent views on it, Some obssesive, Others Denile... And to be honest, i dont think anything does happen when you die...you just lay in the ground, brain shutdown, heart too tierd to pump blood, and your lungs in a coma...and all that happens to you, is you become nourishment for plants and the things that need to eat to live, so you provide for them...I dont usualy think about this, or talk about it. So this is just something for me to put out there. I'm not someone who really relys on death for a pass-time...unlike some goths you might meet...It fasinates me, that so many people could have so many views on one little topic...I love how every theroy of the after-life contradicts with eachother...so it seems there is war over everything...We try our best to ignore it, but when it all comes down to the last strech, we really should just accept, and maybe even embrace death when it holds our hand to lead us away from our loved ones...

A place where the floor creaks and gives way under your wieght...Somewhere where the plumming clogs with maggots, and the spiders never go hungry...Where the mirrors are musty and broken, showing shattered reflections of your heros...Where the toilet clogs from a single piece of paper...Where you can hear your thoughts race as you lean against the staind limescale walls...Where there is no contact to the outside world, so you are in eternal solitude...Where yor best friend is your imaginary one...Where you can only think of things grim...Where the cockroaches cast long shadows over the tield cold floor...Where you can kiss your gothic Romeo and have him violate and love you...Where you can truly lose yourself and never be found...