He didn't see me..that is one of the things going on in this undead thing..I figured out I can see everyone and they can see me unless they loved me.
The ones that love me, I am a ghost.
Kinda cool from my perspective because I can remain close.
I feel like a kid who was given up for adoption and the Mamma hunted me down...
Thank you Ex...I don't why this makes me smile...I have no emtion, just thiis giant fucking ssmile on my face....
Semper Phi Dude
Really?!! No flowers for my grave?!!
It is all good in a dead Blonde's world
I am stuck in the 80's wanting nothing but vintage stuff...clothes, cars, men with whipped wing hair....
I look good for dead...28 until forever is not so bad...I can live with it...
be a slut forever can be cool!!
I will let you know...stay in touch;)
By the way..the Continental Club in Houston sucks...the music was too fucking loud and uncool...Fitzgeralds is the place to hang if your undead and have sensitive ears to the sound of music!
Blonde dead bitch is out!!
I am over the anger phase and now just calm and quiet and waiting until that moment where the world ceases to exist as I know it....
I have traded in killing for some sexual devencies but it still does not feed my destructive mode.....
I will find something that does.
BTW...i finally got around to claiming my coffin from customs...
The story llater
The blonde is being a busy biatch
The dark cloud tht came my way has left but I felt it while it was here.
It cast grey over everything.
I forgot that I wanted to e good and I went to the darker force and he...
He just has a way of pulling me into the dark grey abyss.
I am sorry for the fat cop killing. I feel bad I was angry about them.
I apologie but I reall yam not sorry.
Certain cops are mean and they pick on those who have not been in trouble and seem to get off on it so....I
I am not sorry
I liked killing the fat cop
the dark cloud has left
He is not here anyomore and I want to do good
ad I mean good without killing
You ave to forgive me for struggling
I had to leave my family, freinds, home, life because I was not growing old properly.
When your kid is the same age as you biop-metrically...
It does not make sense,
I arbor anger....
I hate to see my son cry at my tombstone.
I told him not bury me...I aksed that I be forgotten but he can't
and I see him every time when he visits a grave that is empty and all I want to do
is tell him
MOMMY is HERE
I am HERE
but I can't and so
OK a bloody mess for a biit
I am still pissed about my coffin and the stupid Duke and his bitchy wife...
I don't know my place
I don;t know where I belong and I have no friends and my
wing man had to go...
he told too many people and I had to kill him
Oh fuck......I am sorry..I wish I knew how to kill myslef so this could be all voer but everything I have tried has failed
Undead out for now....
PS..I could care less about proper writing so you dicks that send me typo errors...join my kill list!!!!!
Do you want to be good?
Because I am tired of the bad and I know you may look at me like I am evil but I am not.
I am going through an adjustment period.
Yes, I kill people just because I can.
But I only kill the ones that you would not like any way.
It is hard being undead and knowing I don't worry about the law any more. The law was always an asshole anyway.
You think they are bad? The whole psych genre is on my 'to die list'.
back to fat ass cops....
Seriously, how can you eat donuts, be 300 lbs and chase someone down?
So the obese stupid fucks wait for an easy target.
You can pull someone over for an expired sticker to get your quota.
Well guess what?!
I like killing the fat ones...they are my easy target!!!!
Like I said, I am going through an adjustment period but I promise only to kill the ones that are most irritating to the living!!!
Quite gross if you think about someone collecting finger and toenails as a souvenir from a serial killer.
But who I am to question what is art to some and a meaningful reminder to others?
I should have kept something from the Doctor but I prefer pop art.
Thursday, a dark cloud is rolling into my city.
The last time he shared space near me; many things died and a flood occurred in a hundred year flood zone.
Literally, not figuratively, little animals fell out of trees and died and I was useless to save them.
But that was in another life.
I do not know how I feel about it now since I am undead and the world is a cruel beast I am no longer apt to save.
I am free from those things now.
Things like empathy, care, and sadness.
What rips through my heart now is an uncontrollable urge to ignore all that once touched me.
This dark cloud is coming my way and I do not want to see the storm.....
Even the undead can not out run the past.....
but out came the sun
and dried up all the drain
and itsy bitsy spider cralled out in time to kill again