; name [oh, oh, i know diz one! its CHRiS!]
`nicknames [;3 many. though not all of them are gud ones...]
; age [older then DiRT. well, not really but none of ya buzness.]
`gender [a man couldn't look this gud, srry. <3]
; status [you could say im single. C.c]
`profession [tattist. sorta. gawhd... u.u]
; eyes [murky green. with pwetty long, thick lashes. <3 wit the help of masscara. x.x]
`hair [reeeeed and shooooooulder length.]
; complex [sooomewhat pale. >.> beeeeelh.]
`style [whatevvvvvvvvver, maaaaaan.]

my im is bloodiknuckles. TALK TO ME. T.t usually bored out of mi miiiiiiiinddddddd.

; music [loooud, n' fast. slooow music is okay buh...]
`boiz [you were expecting diz right? xD]
; edward scissorhands [he is hawt. x.o i luv his hair]
`freddy kruger [he freaked me out, but he is cool, he kick's jason's ass.]
; silent hill [the demons were awesome, specially pyramid head]
`dogs [i have a bloodhound and boxer <3]
; cats [they are so pwetty - i luv their eyes!]
`birds [some are annoying but in general they are amazing...]
; tattoos [tattoos are so hot. o.o i love tattos. i need to get another one...]
`nail polish [espeically colorful nail polish <3 navi blu and orange, pwease]
; hair dye [natural redhead, spared freckles, can't tan, but i like my hair better dyed.]
`risky things [nothing better then running with knives, bby]
; truth or dare [i always choose dare, buh, that is beside de point]
`twister [best played with men. <3 nothing like a good reason for bodycontact.]
; paintball [omfg, it is so much fun! gimme a paintgun!!]
`boxing [my body luk gud not just for no reason. ;3]
; drummers [mhmmm, i just lyk drummers. xDDD]
`rainy days [perfect time to read, or go to sleep. luv watching the rain...]
; metallic colors [ooooohhhh, shiiiinnnnnniiiiiieeeeee]
`the city [i hate it here, but love it here. wouldn't want to be anywhere else.]
; her dogs [they are my babies.... =D]
`coloring books [i like coloring bookies... o.o dat a probliem?]
; werewolves [mhmmm, besties. <3]
`drum solos [dunt you just love them in muzik?]
; guitar solos [same as drummie solo, bbi.]
`gambling [and winning isn't always the best part. ;]]
; pool [i like poolhalls and pool. tiz fun...]
`bars [best place to find men, aye, they aren't gud for much more then a night but...]
; flirts [mhmm, is there anything more to say?]
`cotton candy [tastes gud, so light and fluffy. like eating a cloud...]
; sour pickles [yurmmmmmmm!]
`hot chips [cheetos hot chips, crunchy. <3]
; fireworks [i lyk big booms, i luv fireworks. and the way ya can feel it...]
`candles [they make me sleepie... but i like to watch them flicker]
; food [food is always a plus xD]
`accents [men with accents... men with accents AND tattoos? omfg. -gobblesup-]
; warm blankets [... you know they feel gud and you luv them too.]
`stilettos [stab-able. <3 always a love]
; mountain dew [such goodness, my friend, such goodness.]
`books [OMFG I CAN READ XOOOO betcha never expected that. >.>]
; dressing men drag [LMAO! so much damn fun. <3]
`tattooing [theres nothing like it. it just... owns. xD]
; toddlers [they're cute and fun but im not really a 'good influence'.]

`parfaits [eww... they taste horrible...]
; coffee aftertaste [coffee is gud but the aftertaste... gawhd...]
`posers [just sad - pathetic.]
; yellow [just too disturbingly bright...]
`white chocolate [prefer milk chocolate...]
; spiders [omfg the scare the piss out of me. O.O]
`fake nails [naaaaassssty.]
; paper work [just too boring, thanki]
`sad movies [... often just pathetic and mopey.]
; humidity [hate feeling sticky.]
`windy days [long hair plus wind? I CANT SEE >.>]
; roaches [gawhd i hate roaches. damn beetles of hell. xK]
`history [i could barely stay awake during that classssss]
; being cheated on [... what girl does like being cheated on?]
`dracula / vampire stories [err... overrated much? C.c]
; poetry that doesn’t rhyme [doesn't feel like poetry, then...]
`sweet pickles [pickles are meant to be sour and gud. not sweet and retarded]
; chili [is it a soup or is it a thick mush? either way i aint eating it.]
`soup [i dunt like any kind of soup. not my cup of teaaaaa]
; her family [i hate them. that a bad thing? X.x]
`being forced [i do things cuz i want to. not because someone tellz me to.]
; milk [eww, it smells bad and looks bad and tastes bad. X.x]
`people looking for sympathy [annoys the hell out of me.]
; those who dont fight back [grow a spine.]
`those who pretend [SPEAK YOUR MIND. O.o]
; gold diggers [i don't hate them, i just don't like them. they cross a line i never will.]
`feeling guilty [... i still have a conscious? that sucks.]
; sour cream [... ewww...]
`not having a highschool diploma [people assume i don't know shxt because of it.]
; strict beings [rules are always more fun broken, then followed. LIGHTEN UP.]

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Hope is the thing with feathers.
Emily D1ckenson
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Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.
Still I rise
Maya Angelou
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The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
I know what the Caged bird sings
Maya Angelou

“I got your love letters, corrected the grammar, and sent them back.”
-- Fall Out Boy.

“You were my favorite subject, yet the only one I failed.”
-- Unkown.

“A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, Listens but doesn’t believe, and Leaves before she is left.”
-- Marilyn Monroe.

“Keep talking shxt. You’re making me FAMOUS.”
-- Unknown.

“You’ve come to watch a movie but your about to witness a scene.”
-- Unknown.

“What a mistake, but she was such a beautiful addiction, a bad habit he couldn't bear to b r e a k.”
-- Beshtey.

“Keep your head up Gorgeous, people would k i l l to see you fall.”
-- Unknown.

“Ther's nothing scarier than finally getting what you want, because then you really have something to lose.”
-- Unknown.

“She was an ordinary girl, falling for that boy who wasn't there to catch her.”
-- Unknown.

“The greatest loss in life is not death. It's what dies inside while you're still alive.”
-- Unknown.

“Sometimes I wish I was a white crayon, that way no one would ever use me.”
-- Unknown.

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
-- The Little Prince.

“You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you.”
-- The Little Prince.

“What makes the desert beautiful, is that somewhere it hides a well.”
-- The Little Prince.

“His clothes are dirty, but his hands are clean, and you're the best thing that he's ever seen.”
-- Bob Dylan, Lay lady lay.

“The enemy is subtle, how be it we're deceived? When the truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe?”
-- Bob Dylan, Precious Angel.

“You can hurt someone and not even know it.”
-- Bob Dylan, The Essential to Bob Dylan.

“Born down in a dead man's town;
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground.
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just covering up.”
-- Bruce Springsteen, Born in the U.S.A..

“Baby, in a world without pity
Do you think what I'm askin's too much
I just want to feel you in my arms
Share a little of that Human Touch.”
-- Bruce Springsteen, Human Touch.