whimsical wonderings of the curious

Her

figentes:

You thought of her;
So pale and small,
With unkempt hair 
And husky drawl

Her hollow eyes,
Her acid tongue,
Her shallow breaths
From blackened lung.

And then my ponytail was like whatchu lookin’ at lameface?!

So i recently succumbed to the blogsphere and thought that clearly there wasnt enough rubbish out there, so, ive decided to add my own trials and tribulations for other peoples amusement if they happen to casually wonder over this rather bleak part of the interweb. yay for ranting to an audience of exactly… no people :D