and when your edges soften, your body is my coffin... oh, love me dead. |
| if i like/love/want to marry/worship at the feet of your art, then chances are, it'll appear up here at some point. I fave and run a lot. Deal. |
name: sami cyanide. birthdate: january 22nd. age: eighteen. height: four feet and eleven and a half inches. aliases: the basher, kiwi, walrus, gerard, cyanide, sami cakes, princess, ten, etc. myspace is dead. facebook is boring for the most part. tumblr is fun. twitter is ridiculous. no one reads my blogger. (despite all my bitching, i check all of these daily) Miss Sami Cyanide for the win: doodler, copy-editor, professional zombie. the biggest fanghoul on the east coast. one half of the great team spooky. unable to be seen from under curtis' eyelid. proud owner of creature feature's first stage outfits. putting the bitchin' in obituary since 1991. |
Cyanide FYI-
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"Our music is there, laced with my messages like tea with cyanide. So undetectable, yet so deadly in the wrong hands.
In the right hands, though, even cyanide can save lives."
Clearly this was a sign that we would be friends someday.
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I'm Michael Phelps in dA's Celebrities Crew!
He's not evil, just misunderstood. Like me.
He still owns your face at swimming.
Your Curtis Rx are soopah gewd.
^^
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"The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on." - Robert Bloch
Never take time seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
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