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Current Residence:
California.
Hometown:
.. New Orleans. Yeah, I am a swamp rat.
Remember that girl your mom warned you about? Fuck her, she ain't shit. I'm the girl her mom warned her about. I'm Da4ryl, yes, the "4" is silent. Yes, I hear voices, but how the fuck else am I supposed to interpret the snap, crackle, and pop of my synapses? My thought processes don't exactly come to me in Helvetica 12 point on college ruled recycable brain matter. I'm a hellspun mixture of the bones of fornicators and the sinew of thieves and gluttons. And hugs. I have a problem with authority. I believe that I am special, that somehow the rules do not apply to me. Full moons, shotguns, and muscle cars excite the shit outta me. Must be the hellbilly werewolf genes. I'm always jonesin' for a Jones. Ghosts, "greys", and that soulless Snuggles bear wig me the fuck out, but all other monsters and baddies I consider family. I think I'm part female bull because the color pink just pisses me off. It's like red with cancer and aids and maybe that flesh eating gig. Black, on the other hand, I look so good in you'd think I invented the damn stuff. Johnny Cash ain't got shit on me, but he's a kool kat for wearin' the King's kolors. Being an Extreme underwater toenail painting woman myself, I'm not big on regular sports, but I love how the Philly Eagles talk massive amounts of shit in their boisterous commercials before a game, and then always have their asses handed to them. It baffles me how ships have life jackets and life boats, cars have seat belts and air bags, but airplanes don't have parachutes, jetpacks, or a cyanide pill for each passenger's dieing pleasure. I wonder things like: Why do we breathe when oxidizing is what eventually decays and kills us; Why are all of our consciousnesses stuck in the same single flowing moment; Will we ever truly see anything besides the mere reflections that are everything we'll only perceive. I should stick to less rhetorical questions like How the hell does Heather Brooke DO that?? She's amazing. Bananas were invented by god for her. I was pro death penalty until I heard the dead said Hell doesn't exist, now I just believe murderers should be exterminated and rapists should be sodomized. We are our own devils and demons and torturous heathens. Prison is just an adult dose of "Time Out" and everybody knows T.O.'s fucking sucked, but never stopped us from launching snowballs at our siblings' heads. Not too long ago, bird shit saved my life. I believe it was a defining moment. I was born again on that long stretch of baptising road. Heed the warnings of birds and gods and all their forms of life-saving defecation
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