Death Becomes Me

Because of a post I read today, I found myself thinking once again about death.  However, this time, not so much my own, instead in general.  Recently, I watched the fictional thrillers Final Destination(s), and find myself thinking more and more that perhaps the movie is right, that death has a plan.  When it's your turn, it's your turn, no matter what.  And now that I'm talking about this, I've always thought this.  How people avoid certain situations because they may die, even myself prolly will never go on a cruise because the fear of the ship sinking.  But I can tell you while I may not be saving myself from death, I can at least save myself from the possibility of being eaten by sharks n whales.

I don't think I'd ever want to know when (if I could know) I was going to die or how because I know for a fact I'd obsess over it, making my last days miserable.  Though if it were possible for someone to know, I would like for them to tell someone else so that when the time came, I would not be left alone.  That scares me.... I do not want to die alone even if that person were not that close to me, just someone would make all the difference in the world.

And, if it is possible, and I believe it is, after I pass on I will be coming back to haunt my ex (fuck you asshole!)  for all the hateful evil things he's done to me.  For whatever reason, and I've thought about this for many many years, even before our divorce, I somehow believe that I will die before him....... strange is it not?

- with the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes

Nothing Else To Do But ....

It's Quite here.... too quite, well all except for the ridiculous noises my pug "Igor", is making.  I've watched all the movies I can stand for the night, and there is not much to keep me motivated enough to stay awake, so's I think I shall mosey off to bed.  Now that I mention it, my eyes do feel a bit tired, though I also know the sooner I fall asleep the sooner it will be tomorrow, my last day before the work week begins.  Oh well, no sense in putting off what will soon be anyway, and maybe, just maybe, something spectacular will happen tomorrow......  Do I really believe that?  Does it really matter?  Ha Ha, night all, and may the bedbugs bite tonight!

:)

My Macabre Life

I love dark art. It's mysterious, horrific, macabre and somewhat disturbing. Okay, maybe a bit more than just somewhat disturbing. But in it's own way (beauty is in the eyes of the beholder), it's beautiful and mesmerizing. Some of the best dark art I have found has been over at Deviant Art. And, if you've never heard of it, it's for all kinds of art, not just dark art, and not just pictures. Artists of all kinds submit their art for critiquing, and some for purchase, I urge you to check it out.

Way back when I was a little girl, is when I became drawn to horror. I think when I was first able to watch "The Exorcist". Even though it scared me out of my skin, I just couldn't get enough. I can remember after watching some horror flick, my dad went outside the house and knocked on my window. When I drew the curtain, he screamed...and, so did I. My mom was furious though...lol Since then, as I've grown I've become more and more drawn to the darkness. I didn't discover dark art until about 7 years ago. Before then, I never knew it existed, all I knew was horror movies.

The Bitch and the Paranormal

I've been interested in the Paranormal, since I was around 7 yrs old, when I had an encounter with a spirit or ghost. I know, most people will prolly be like yeah yeah, uhuh and so on, but it's true, whether you choose to believe it or not. Keep in mind that just because you haven't experienced something yourself, does not mean it's not real. There are many things in life that are not completely explained by science, but are. I don't think that science will ever be able to explain everything, because not everything is attainable by science. How bout your gut instinct. Feelings. Those De Ja vu instances. What about coincidences even. Have you ever thought why you have strong pulls towards certain things, that really have no connection to your upbringing or cliques? Why is that? Anyhow, back to the paranormal thing.

When I was 7ish, I was home alone with my brother, who was outside mowing the lawn.

Understanding The Zombie

I thought it would be fun to do a post about mwha. Stuff that I rarely show or let in on. My fears, quirks, and things that really piss me off. If you have read some of my stuff, you already know that I believe in reincarnation, the paranormal and think that the belief that God is our ruler is a load of crap.

My favorite color is Orange. My hair is orange (it's not really red as people choose to call it), my purse is orange, if I had the money, my car would be orange, my dog would be orange, okay you get the idea. Oh yeah, and my bass guitar is Orange. Throughout my life I've had a few fav's, but have never felt so strongly in a color as this. I'd have to say it suits my personality well. Fuck! I almost forgot, a while ago, I realized eating too many carrots over time makes your skin turn orange.