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About Me Member Angelina Jolie Fetishist SucroseGirlMale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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Here Comes the Sun

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IkeaHave you ever gotten a bike?  If you're anything like me.  (And let's prey to god that you're not.)  You find the cleanest, most squarical box on the shelf and take it home.  Place it ever so gently into the trunk, so as not to damage the geometric shape.  Take it home, and quickly (ruthlessly) rip it open.  
 
No box cutters.  No knife.  No problem.   
And you spare a withering glance at the perfectly packaged instructions.  Ensconced in cellophane, I can see it now.  And immediately begin to grab nuts and bolts and put the object together without another thought.   
 Ikea
by ~SucroseGirl
Dicks, mostly.I told myself that I was making myself blind.  Or rather,  
reminded.   
I stare into the sun,  taunt the misuse of bleach,  use perscriptions when none are perscribed,  and utmost of all... I don't take my vitamins.  (I'm such a bad kid.)   
I'm doing it purposefully.  Or rather, not.  Because that makes it sound like blindness has a purpose.   
I remember specifically,  one dreary, drizzly, lonely afternoon  (my scalp would fester and burn)  and as my eyes began to sting,  
I thought:   
Would I think I was more beautiful if I couldn't see my Dicks, mostly.
by ~SucroseGirl
Whoda Thunk it.Tell me.  Is that tickle in the bottom of one's stomach...  Jealousy?  Or  
Bulimia? Whoda Thunk it.
by ~SucroseGirl
Children are Better SeenI want to write.  To be heard.  To be able to whisper in your mind.  In that sort of uncontollable way we hear everybody.   
Not that loud, racous verbage.  The coarse insults snuggled in slandery.  Simple.  
Simply Scandalous.   
But to be heard the same way snakes snuggle through blades of grass.  Tickles of tiny waves.  That misty sound of just quite not being there.   
But still solemnly tanglible.  It's sort of a stubborn kind of solemnity, don't you think?  It's a strict policy.  I don't think. Children are Better Seen
by ~SucroseGirl
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Sat Jun 13, 2009, 4:04 PM
Whenever I think that I think something meaningful, I feel the need to write it.
I honestly never know what to say.
If I say something bubbly, I feel that it's a lie.
(Although, I'm generally a very happy person.)
If I want to write something... not sad... What would you call it?
Esoteric?
No... that's not quite it.
(Although, esoteric has always sounded like a very lonely word to me.)
I dunno, actuary.
Nevermind, I guess.
Now that I don't write what I feel, and certainly don't voice it.
I guess you'll never know.
Except, maybe...
If you would...
Nah.

Btw, I feel my life soundtrack would be presented as/by/with/about/around/under/inbetween accordions.

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  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: a circus, maybe...
  • Playing: with my heartstrings
  • Eating: my words
  • Drinking: seawater

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Sometimes I get a surprise from myself.
A little gift left on my mental doorstep.
(Is that my nose?)
It's wrapped in good intentions, cobwebs, a million tiny dandelion wishes, and that one mysterious red scarf I found tucked into my duffel bag.
Finding it, is like winning the lottery.
(Yes, definitely, wait- maybe... Yes... erm, no... I think.)
When I open it,
(but never with that violent, passionate child's impatience)
The present effervesces itself up past my glistening cheeks and across my scalp and up into the clouds.
(Where it is actually never as alone as one might think)
And I realize
(Even for that one little moment, maybe)
That I actually like myself.
That, my friend, is what miracles are made of.

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Nirvana
  • Interests: Disney movies, being happy, beaches, collecting shells, yoga, Alice in Wonderland, etc. etc.
  • Favourite movie: Oh, so many....
  • Favourite band or musician: OK Go
  • Favourite artist: Jack Vettriano, Walt Disney
  • Favourite style of art: Cartoons, Art Nouveau
  • Operating System: A drive to be model thin
  • Shell of choice: Blithe credulousness
  • Favourite game: Peek-a-Boo
  • Favourite gaming platform: My dresser by the window
  • Favourite cartoon character: Beetlejuice, Harley Quinn, or Delirium
  • Personal Quote: "There's a difference between saying what you mean and meaning what you say."
  • Tools of the Trade: Safety Pins

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*Bourbons3 Jun 30, 2009, 1:24:20 AM
A random :wave: from a random deviant! :)
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*raynebou Jun 20, 2009, 1:09:22 PM
thanks for so many faves^^

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i love rainbows, so i MUST BE gay
i'm a hippie, so i MUST BE a stoner
i dont care what you think, so i MUST BE an individual
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see my rainbow? [link]
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*CarolBarajas Jun 9, 2009, 10:51:15 AM
thank you so much for the fav :hug:
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~Saetje May 4, 2009, 10:21:57 AM
Thank you so much for the favorite, I really appreciate it ^_^
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~SuperHappyFun Apr 15, 2009, 8:44:03 PM
Thanks for adding djshiva to your favorites! :dance:

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Soon I'll actually post some art. And then maybe you can look at it....possibly....hopefully...Please O_O
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~SucroseGirl Apr 25, 2009, 12:16:13 PM
Thank you for thanking me. c:

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"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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=Plus-Tech Apr 8, 2009, 2:36:24 PM
thanks for the fav!

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NEXT KIRIBAN 30K!
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~SucroseGirl Apr 10, 2009, 1:28:32 AM
haha :heart:
You are quite welcome.

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"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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