Sick and weak from my condition,
This lust, this vampyric addiction.
QUOI?
I am Jack. Hear me roar?
Maybe. If you're lucky. I have been known to purr, when the occasion calls for it. A good scratch behind the ears'll about do it.
My personality-type is somewhat feral. I don't like being cornered, and I will act rashly if put in such a situation. I will bite the hand that feeds me, almost inevitably.
I am an aesthete.
I am prone to excessive anger.
I am both masochistic and sadistic in my tendencies.
I love freely and without reserve.
I do not live in half-measure.
I'm given to hyperbole and personification, but I am no poet.
I make eye contact. I have a thing for eyes. But not in the creepy Myca "I like the pretty lights" way.
I consistantly fail to realize in advance the consequences of my actions. My intentions are usually good, but things rarely turn out in my favour, or in those of the people around me. That is a warning.
Lust equates with aggression in my mind. I like to fight, and I do so love to argue. I'm a sucker for power. I desire domination, but I refuse to submit.
I envy other people's scars. Take that however you will.
I am fiercely protective of my friends.
I'm ridiculously attracted to anyone who is musically talented and extremely into their music. For example, I definitely dig power metal vocalists, no matter how pudgy and funny looking some of them may be. And I love metal/rock band keyboardists, especially when they have crazy awesome solos and think they are the shit.
What I play out in my head rarely makes it onto paper- or, as the case may be, screen- in any form of what I'd meant.
I'm probably not as self confident as you think I am, but I am as arrogant. I can be extremely chill about a lot of things, but I am quick to take offense, and I fight for fun. I love many people, but I can be callous and cold as ice in a second if I feel the need, or the fancy. Consider yourself warned.
I'm an effing Browncoat.
I want to be Lara Croft when I grow up. My CALM teacher thought that was unreasonable. She obviously did not know me very well.
Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me.
Unless I have previously expressly stated elsewise, the chances of you and I ever fucking are slim to none. So, please, don't bother.



