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My one and only contribution to poetry. Remember, I was drinking wine, pissed off, and feeling hurt. It's a little ruthless and not really how I am just how I felt that night.
I can't relate to you, you can't relate to me.
Why? You are a neanderthal, crawling on your knee.
I'm a Goddess, you? An insignificant pig.
Why I thought we could be? How stupid. It isn't trig.
Stay within thine own species. How hard to follow?
It's my own fault that I now feel so hollow.
I can't be angry with you for being a bug,
In comparison to me. I'm sorry. Need a hug?
Well, too bad. I hug you, I squish you.
Don't blame me. I can't change what is true.
I think I'll consider this officially over.
Unless I wish to continue dating Rover.
I can't imagine, now, what had me possessed.
I was distracted. I must have been stressed.
As you can tell, I'm horrible at poetry.
But your lack of intellect, it just came over me.
I'd prefer to write an epic novel.
Become famous, then make you grovel.
Yet, merely due to your insufferable idiocy,
Yeah, I went there. I got a little risky.
I apologize to anyone who reads this drivel.
Consider it... regarding him? My only scribble.
And then I implore you, young maid and mister,
Even if you have to kiss your own sister.
Do not show your heart to those below you.
There is no possibility that they might know you.
Keep looking til the day you die. For that ideal girl, that perfect guy.
Trust me, being all alone, Sure beats the hell out of trying to reason with a stone.
by Darrian Lynx
You know, I see people commenting and bitching and talking a bunch of crap about girls who do things like salutes and access to NSFW, live web cam (which I do NOT do in exchange for anything, so please do not ask me), etc, in exchange for valuables here on Fubar. I would just like to say that, first of all, if you are talking crap and you are a man, or ugly, or snobby and uptight, you are just full of envy. Period. you are jealous that you do not possess valuables worth trading on Fu. I do not apologize or feel badly for you, life isnt fair. Furthermore, if I made a salute for every person who asked, for everyone on Fu who wants one, I would spend my days making salutes. So, I can either just say no to anyone who wants one, or I can give them an opportunity to earn one. Most of the salutes in my folder were done for friends because I wanted to, but a few were made for people I didnt really know, as a thank you for something they did for me. Things that I cant do for myself. Such as, ability bling, VIP, blasts, Happy Hours, bling packs, etc. I replied recently to someone who created a mumm about this. It was a mumm specifically for the purpose of talking crap about girls who have blogs like mine. When I replied, explaining my view on the matter and the reasoning behind my blog, I was accused of "having a guilty conscience". I do not do anything if I feel guilty about it. It isnt worth it. I do not feel guilty about coming up with a solution to make things fair and achievable both for myself, and those who would like something they may not otherwise be able to attain.
SEXY SALUTES & NSFW for those who dont have one and would like to get one without having to wait an eternity!
I dont have credit cards or real money on FU, so helping me out with Blasts, Autos, Bombs, Bling Packs, VIPs, I'd be happy to reward you with salutes like these:
Some take more time, what kind would you like?:
This is the easiest kind, so it doesnt take alot to earn one like this:
Yes, I have NSFW pictures, no, I do not allow everyone and their mother to view them, yes, I am open to allowing access if you would like and are helping me in some way as well.
I love my FUS!
Miss Darrian Lynx
I love to write but hardly blog, and whether anyone is interested or not, I have alot to say. I used to write alot and it helped me to figure things out. You would think writing on a public blog would feel alot different than writing privately knowing no one would read it, but it doesnt to me.
Im a surprising girl with a surprising outlook on life considering the surprising amount of pain I've endured. I am a recent survivor of domestic violence. I fled with my (at the time) 3 year old son to a shelter in Philadelphia and they flew me home to Sacramento to the WEAVE shelter here. My son's father was brutally abusive and I am probably lucky to be alive and have my child in my custody. Our case with CPS was closed for only 2 months (after being under their thumb for a year) when he beat me up for the last time.
I am in repair, for obvious reasons, and this blog is going to be a part of the process, Ive just decided! I am an artist, a model, a student, a single mother, and a survivor. I love to design and have 3 online shops and a main website where my photo gallery and art gallery can be found.
I have a special, intelligent, and beautiful little boy whom I consider myself lucky to be a mother to.
I have two sisters, the eldest I am in very distant and vague contact with, and the youngest... well, she will take up an entire post in the near future.
I have a sweet and loving 7 year old autistic nephew, the son of the younger sister and I cherish and adore him.
I have Karlee and Spencer whom I will talk about in a later post as well, but they are both lights of my life.
I have Lori, my angel, most close to perfect person Ive ever met.
I love with loyalty and passion and I believe in magic and power. I dont meet many people from my planet, people who think and feel the way I do. Ive wasted alot of time staying in relationships I knew werent forever. I have never married, because if and when I do, well, I do means I do for life.
If you decide to follow my musings and thoughts, be prepared for some stuff that may rip your heart out and some that may sound insane. It's all true if I am writing about events and people and opinion if I write about ideas and beliefs, most of all, it will be an interesting journey for me and for you if you tag along.
Dont expect. That is a rule and a law here. Do not expect.
Miss Darrian Lynx
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