tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357602786926883252024-03-05T01:53:45.635-08:00The Catts MeOwleave the pearl strings dangling off the chandelier, forget to pick up the champagne glass, leave your fur coat purging at the floor for your catt to lie in.. don't worry about the the cowgrrl mess...how was the adventure???kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-87818265751404858652011-08-25T05:52:00.000-07:002011-08-25T06:38:51.326-07:00~This town just turned into a City~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxew431QlTEPw280OV5fUXaFnC3fMpTX3-Q63tFMWKgGepr8TBwFISyxHWLRqA0RHNFlZe4BRDO71GfKEvvHsTLieNjjZ1tuN8yRSP_sPNPlkcDvlIg3McsWDt0IasLLioOTE-LTPiB1N/s1600/internet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxew431QlTEPw280OV5fUXaFnC3fMpTX3-Q63tFMWKgGepr8TBwFISyxHWLRqA0RHNFlZe4BRDO71GfKEvvHsTLieNjjZ1tuN8yRSP_sPNPlkcDvlIg3McsWDt0IasLLioOTE-LTPiB1N/s400/internet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644779319539737730" /></a>
<br />THE COMPANY presents "KISS ON THE LIPS SPRING MASQUERADE"
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<br />With Spring almost upon us we think it absolutely fitting that we start this season in style...Love is undeniably one of the must-haves this time of year and with our 60 seconds to flirt SPEED DATING (9-10PM) you will be spoilt for choice on the Upper East Side. To add more than a dash of wit & charm, Simmi Areff (comedian) will MC the speed dating.
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<br />Fashion & music have always had an open love affair with each other so its no surprise we have included the JESZE BELLE 2011 spring collection FASHION SHOW to the mix. The DJ line-up on the night will most definitely get the party started right with the likes of POPPY (5FM) - FUNKY G & KingK
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<br />Fortune favors the bold as the first 50 VIPS receive a swag bag on the night! To keep the night covered in mystery & glamour custom masks will be available at the entrance.The dress code is strictly UPPER EAST SIDE, with cocktails on arrival & our signature "KISS ON THE LIPS" cocktail available that night one can only imagine this soiree outshining our first speed dating event at *MAX*
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<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Couture & canape are just another Saturday night until you add a mask but preparing for a party is an event in itself; which is why queens invented handmaidens"</span>
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<br />STANDARD TICKETS: R70 (Pre-sale)
<br />VIP TICKETS: R100 (Pre-sale)
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<br />To book and purchase pre-sale tickets or for more information on the event call 083 687 8213 or BBM: 21BF1FB2
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoWin1ibr0UT2hVgvVgkZJZujO2FJ4qiDLshV2N5FIDMXnYmkVNZp4sbTBlZhjWv9ZceJuy74xKl0Oq3sadNeDaMxnwlXyUXZsfqZB7n2DUzqDJYp3H_-N7FviqSudqEkNQMvamM0sclc/s1600/MASK.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoWin1ibr0UT2hVgvVgkZJZujO2FJ4qiDLshV2N5FIDMXnYmkVNZp4sbTBlZhjWv9ZceJuy74xKl0Oq3sadNeDaMxnwlXyUXZsfqZB7n2DUzqDJYp3H_-N7FviqSudqEkNQMvamM0sclc/s400/MASK.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644787285832449154" /></a>
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<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"So put on your eyeliner and a bit of glitter dust...life at night is always finer, neon streets are full of lust"<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>
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<br />You know you ♥ me
<br />XOXOkella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-45044367459032883782010-05-30T07:02:00.001-07:002010-05-30T07:23:17.197-07:00~Kissed by Katie~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnQp5EzE711IX0dx3syApco52dYtuLp3mdCRl1JMAyeOw18oCotzPohGIWrTIDtdX63aUtIPgnNc_rGSS7nlmKI22dE81ZMtwNwQc-n5wWWN6r0-mwoXRB3uAl6qlYIxOp_r8_deMbgdr/s1600/katie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnQp5EzE711IX0dx3syApco52dYtuLp3mdCRl1JMAyeOw18oCotzPohGIWrTIDtdX63aUtIPgnNc_rGSS7nlmKI22dE81ZMtwNwQc-n5wWWN6r0-mwoXRB3uAl6qlYIxOp_r8_deMbgdr/s400/katie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477063823508295362" /></a><br />Check out my latest piece for LT-Mag on local Durban band Kissed by Katie<br /><br />To view the review and interview online please click the link below <br />LINK: <a href="http://issuu.com/ltmag/docs/lt_mag_issue_1?viewMode=magazine">LT MAG </a><br /><br />Page: 86<br />Article by <span style="font-style:italic;">Kella Kills</span><br />Photography: Tyler Dolan<br /><br />Please support LT-Mag by joining the FACEBOOK GROUP<br />LINK:<a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=191335362600&ref=ts"> LT MAG FACEBOOK GROUP</a><br /><br />FOR ADVERTISING CHECK OUT THE WEBSITE<br />LINK:<a href="http://www.ltmag.co.za"> LT MAG WEBSITE</a>kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-6715987565180785092010-04-22T09:12:00.000-07:002010-04-22T10:16:42.339-07:00The Conundrum - Single? and still on the shelf?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdPij9ECeQt8ZaXWR3x_WZwEHAjxUW72iCGiPKw2GjJnm0NNqaqfDxW4cUsJzKrSaRM21F7_KUtRzwQ8SMREyHGMQ69c5FIByy50f-uR5MJgatvCcupnSFu5dhonre6ov9B3bNQcLyFP1/s1600/bbb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdPij9ECeQt8ZaXWR3x_WZwEHAjxUW72iCGiPKw2GjJnm0NNqaqfDxW4cUsJzKrSaRM21F7_KUtRzwQ8SMREyHGMQ69c5FIByy50f-uR5MJgatvCcupnSFu5dhonre6ov9B3bNQcLyFP1/s400/bbb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463001011631680706" /></a><br />In every woman there is a little girl that still yearns to be the only one for her hearts desire. If you look around and you don't have to that far, you will find divorcees stealing quick glances at each other when they think no one is watching or ex-lovers still talking about each other when they are reminded of their favourite restaurant or that familiar alluring scent and the most devilish of all - that intoxicating dessert that led to other things. But - not all of us have lost the ones we love and remain single, most of us dust of the war wounds from the previous romantic liaison and prepare for new adventures, new love battles and new happy endings.<br /><br />I find myself in my not-so-late 20's (and i say this with much conviction), surrounded by single women - all the time. Women still looking for love, women getting over love and women well quiet frankly giving up on love. What hope do we have to find our soul mate when our experiences however mild or fiery have left, a shall we say not so sweet taste in our mouth. Are men degenerating as a sex or have we become accustomed to higher standards - for everything. We can blame evolution for all our woes and misfortune but knowing more about ourselves is really whats causing this dilemma - we know what we want and we''ll be damned if we settle for anything less then the best.<br /><br />Take a look at the friends we keep and the shoes we buy - if we are that meticulous about the people we let into our lives or what we put on our feet, you best be sure we're going to take our time choosing a man that fits all our requirements. But having asked some of my single, ferociously independent colleagues - what they look for in a man, i have come to the conclusion that we are all sadly looking for - God. Men, bless their dear hearts are not perfect - and I'm afraid never will be.<br /><br />So where does ''keeping the faith'' come into play? A phrase that passes more then one of our perfectly glossed lips on a daily basis, a phrase that has given most of us some comfort in the fact that - it's not over, tomorrow is another day and great things can and will happen. Why do we lie to ourselves and each other - unless psychic we have no idea what tomorrow will hold but we as a ruthlessly supportive tribe stick together and hold each others hopes high - because if it can happen to 'her', why cant it happen to me - right?<br /><br />I find single women in their late twenties looking for answers to questions that are simple, trying to find a more suitable spiritual path when they should know better then to think religion will solve all their problems or even changing their life-style to make room for a mate because a <span style="font-style:italic;">feng shui</span> book said so. Yes, we are busy - being career women as we like to call it becomes a nice comfortable excuse for being - alone right?. Believing in God gives us hope and assures us that whatever our relationship status in life is, it will be OK! Faith and hope and belief that you are going to find Mr. Right is a mirage - a little fantasy we created whilst thrusting a Ken doll at Barbie when we were five and still believed that when people get married they don't get divorced.<br /><br />I wish more women would start being honest, brutally so - to themselves! If it doesn't feel right, if he's not pulling he's weight, if he's caused a stress-related breakout or break down - chuck him - there's sure to be a slightly better version that needs fixing around the corner and for the ladies that are waiting for Mr.Perfect, Mr.Gentle-man with the good looks, nice manners and the steady job - think again - he doesn't exist entirely. Realize that you deserve better and sometimes better just means accepting reality, embracing it and living life without a headache.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-73873648319526770682010-02-15T10:30:00.000-08:002010-02-15T12:29:32.166-08:00~I love you but I hate you~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYrQsBARf32-gAx-Vyt6ykPjnRA_FYWlTLCdmd_XBbXECg8PsjpklmuTHRLy2joa80g_IuX03v0Kjd5g4uFl5mxeDZ9HMPYiXrXFeIi_ElmPgZOqaKptYbgf5vHtJb9jmD8D1XWVwtdmU/s1600-h/love.hate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYrQsBARf32-gAx-Vyt6ykPjnRA_FYWlTLCdmd_XBbXECg8PsjpklmuTHRLy2joa80g_IuX03v0Kjd5g4uFl5mxeDZ9HMPYiXrXFeIi_ElmPgZOqaKptYbgf5vHtJb9jmD8D1XWVwtdmU/s400/love.hate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438539907598451106" /></a><br />I’ve always had this schizophrenic love <br />The kind that sets the mood and then tears it apart<br />I sometimes think of you as the only one <br />And then wish - it were only me<br /><br />You always called your love – Lust!<br />I trusted in this and set you free!<br />I always called us - partners in crime<br />Best friends till the end of time<br /><br />I remember the day you came over and said<br />‘‘Not everyone’s heart is dead’’<br />Like a hug from a tree would seem better<br />Then a death cold grip - from me<br /><br />I wondered if you would ever see that I tried<br />And not just think me a cold-hearted freak<br />But it’s too late to change and too late to love<br />And hating you is the only thing I keep.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-38811980900144072602010-01-05T23:58:00.000-08:002010-01-06T00:11:05.455-08:00~Eish! magazine - new age networking tips~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X54qCTA9B_8UxhtWuE6jWTJgOVpEPI-7eNp4llzLuGZ2P9XTlKlu3CZTJcCwoB1yEgNYloJmtNekoiL77xzxzNbhODJroigy4TLwLhB5YNMLtCNT6ICiWJRRt-kUdMStqk8NyirtYXew/s1600-h/COVER.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X54qCTA9B_8UxhtWuE6jWTJgOVpEPI-7eNp4llzLuGZ2P9XTlKlu3CZTJcCwoB1yEgNYloJmtNekoiL77xzxzNbhODJroigy4TLwLhB5YNMLtCNT6ICiWJRRt-kUdMStqk8NyirtYXew/s400/COVER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423536192318136770" /></a><br />RELOADED ISSUE - ON SALE 20 JANUARY <br /><br />FEATURING THESE TOP STORIES:<br /><br />Why top SA model - MATT MILLER is so AYOBA!!!<br /><br />WALKING THE STREETS WITH PRETTY WOMEN<br />Durban Prostitutes tell all...<br /><br />SUBSTANCE vs SUPERFICIALITY???<br />Why you shouldn’t sleep with every interesting person you meet...<br /><br />JERUSHA - Local Doctor turned Singer<br />Takes a bite out of the Big Apple and launches her new album<br /><br />MEMOIRS OF MOZAMBIQUE<br />Discovering your life path<br /><br />NEW AGE NETWORKING TIPS <span style="font-style:italic;">by kella kills</span><br />Start 2010 on the right foot<br /><br />WIN R 50 000 in our Body Transformation Competition<br /><br />FOR BETTER OR WORSE - Local Film<br />In search of the Perfect Husband<br /><br />TO ADVERTISE CONTACT: <br />SARONA 071 679 3649kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-13734326488604506712009-11-30T06:03:00.000-08:002009-12-15T03:42:44.488-08:00~The women i've loved~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimchrNU042oS7ISWAJGN9Pfr7hFRzeA7WzspVTk7im2RTmU2KGq4exz1b6IBJiDMI1zNPiJ7DpJHUerYviGab42BcXl40_SuLIRdHV-rNUm-ZJS898NhbjWPD_wCjUoCp8yupja-CL62u5/s1600-h/love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimchrNU042oS7ISWAJGN9Pfr7hFRzeA7WzspVTk7im2RTmU2KGq4exz1b6IBJiDMI1zNPiJ7DpJHUerYviGab42BcXl40_SuLIRdHV-rNUm-ZJS898NhbjWPD_wCjUoCp8yupja-CL62u5/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415426894079068658" /></a><br />My favourite memories<br />many phases gone by<br />have been various women<br />most of those friendships - did die<br /><br />I'd like to think<br />the women I've loved<br />reveled in suffering<br />but still rose heights above<br /><br />it's a little known fact<br />I'm attracted to beauty<br />pain and fire<br />these are the things - that make us wiser<br /><br />seven years and three times over<br />lessons taught - some short<br />but never - not one in vain<br />these women bind me ritually sane.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-81970696442184313152009-11-09T05:41:00.000-08:002009-11-09T06:07:04.110-08:00~Another Suitcase~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKc4I4Spcc_Ty_6qxi6cQksA2rXxg3VVNP1UuM2RsXOir1RF3tFnrEMnExhcpSbIjf-Q0FHtyJvfHHioje6QO5P16w3rwxd-lx6Do1mDgzTnOLW9TSJpsHl02PyXXSay430Y1J5UnK0Whp/s1600-h/xxx+063.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKc4I4Spcc_Ty_6qxi6cQksA2rXxg3VVNP1UuM2RsXOir1RF3tFnrEMnExhcpSbIjf-Q0FHtyJvfHHioje6QO5P16w3rwxd-lx6Do1mDgzTnOLW9TSJpsHl02PyXXSay430Y1J5UnK0Whp/s400/xxx+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402104473893396050" /></a><br />This yo-yo diet of love and hate<br />has slipped into a dangerous weight,<br />the lies you purged - weighed down on me<br />split my tongue with misery<br /><br />i tried to hold the air so still<br />so the tension u leave - wont dare to build<br />you told me ’’everything will be Ok’’<br />’’we’re not the only ones that need to be saved’’<br /><br />i found myself relying on on every breathe - every sigh<br />i told myself ’’Just hang on - don’t cry’’<br />you took me in with your words of love<br />you spat me out - as if i would never be enough<br /><br />i watched myself let go of your hand<br />i gave you up - like a sacrificed lamb<br />i told you ’’maybe in the future - someday’’<br />i threw your suitcase and said ’’Go on - you cant stay’’kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-82177344239003037792009-08-28T05:45:00.001-07:002009-08-28T05:59:24.948-07:00~Spring skips a beat~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Xpy-ohgAi0TUaIV1kQgN6ZIqM-V9lcaFGbzjpNAI0zqkhI1n7OlvqlqfvyoeteAygELKVW6c4gYcCG0pmrS8k6VC0QYGSC6whqtD4L43G8xV4hdIGiFFXdhTGo-H66YDGBeFVmSBjAsR/s1600-h/catts+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Xpy-ohgAi0TUaIV1kQgN6ZIqM-V9lcaFGbzjpNAI0zqkhI1n7OlvqlqfvyoeteAygELKVW6c4gYcCG0pmrS8k6VC0QYGSC6whqtD4L43G8xV4hdIGiFFXdhTGo-H66YDGBeFVmSBjAsR/s400/catts+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374998213365725426" /></a><br />what is this life we live?? is it the sound of bat wings on a cold winters night -- the shadow that dances from dawn to dim light -- the fire that smokes up the icy cold air -- the song your friend sings your heart can not bare -- what is this life ...we live to last -- but a motion of things that soon dearly pass***kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-64935995735497295462009-08-19T05:31:00.002-07:002009-08-19T05:39:39.568-07:00~Table for two~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKY9qxii52CmdusUQFLiy8-F2RNZdeU-7AOLY5Cz0lvUbkLsf64DB_QQt0F30-yODN0I4XmzpUGgYOeeApmufMpwXf8VVLw33DSfHoolk8SoPXJIWN06yWbwGe_lcYkkEqqhgAM0QStP2/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKY9qxii52CmdusUQFLiy8-F2RNZdeU-7AOLY5Cz0lvUbkLsf64DB_QQt0F30-yODN0I4XmzpUGgYOeeApmufMpwXf8VVLw33DSfHoolk8SoPXJIWN06yWbwGe_lcYkkEqqhgAM0QStP2/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371653372522476690" /></a><br />table for two - we sit across the room<br />table for ten - its only you that sees our doom<br />i watched you watching me<br />your smile hiding secretly<br /><br />i smelt your scent travel with ease<br />from your corner table<br />it wrapped around my knees<br />i waited for the food to come<br /><br />without any temptation my eyes<br />were alive<br />sipping martinis<br />tasting the drunk olives<br />smelling the freshly cut chives<br /><br />i watched you watching me<br />a room filled with faces,<br />yours - caught my eye<br />""table for two please!!"" - before i surely die.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-87435845546188927672009-07-29T03:06:00.000-07:002009-07-29T03:25:37.084-07:00~Just walk away~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZcVle-xInmxVz-v34aKM9dMrxpg3AaHuu2TWvFbZ7unQ3R_nwBajf3eD4_RlA0Gx5an8oZwMaLufU9yZrTli9227qAqap75mfU9pcZr_inXI0dNvnADvphodb5mzYiyS4VFiqRBW_1oO/s1600-h/walk-away.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZcVle-xInmxVz-v34aKM9dMrxpg3AaHuu2TWvFbZ7unQ3R_nwBajf3eD4_RlA0Gx5an8oZwMaLufU9yZrTli9227qAqap75mfU9pcZr_inXI0dNvnADvphodb5mzYiyS4VFiqRBW_1oO/s400/walk-away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363826292156104642" /></a><br />Dragging my dead body of thought<br />from one room to the next<br />the truth serum hit me<br />before i could forget<br /><br />i hitched my skirt up higher<br />and pierced nails into thigh<br />with everything you left me<br />i could do nothing but cry<br /><br />your sad hello - your drunken good-bye<br />how was i to know you had a plan to hide<br />i left you wanting more than you ever desired<br />you left me saving drips of what had transpired<br /><br />i had no real reason to let you go<br />but my heart echoed this repetitive show<br />my head told me - sit down and stay<br />but my heart screamed - just bloodly walk away.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-8309616139724316322009-07-28T05:38:00.000-07:002009-07-29T02:57:47.482-07:00~Truth be tOld~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3j_oaGN9iQO3Z2Qsism9GYUpE2JtAhfmTeno3Lfe5dmYH2mH9SlHCzV-EWWj5qGdZAW_ydtrTtihA9JZhzG6_3R9jQzymsKscaain_76VowfXwZ0dDkGslnYmjatGFeQlCi70Lyvkicb/s1600-h/truth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3j_oaGN9iQO3Z2Qsism9GYUpE2JtAhfmTeno3Lfe5dmYH2mH9SlHCzV-EWWj5qGdZAW_ydtrTtihA9JZhzG6_3R9jQzymsKscaain_76VowfXwZ0dDkGslnYmjatGFeQlCi70Lyvkicb/s400/truth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363818992943490562" /></a><br />truth be told<br />i always knew you were a little slow <br />truth be told <br />i always knew you would grow too old<br />truth be told <br />i always liked the under-shaded life<br />truth be told <br />i always fashioned my life for no strife<br /><br />truth be told<br />i see you fading in your 'fame'<br />truth be told <br />i see your eyes dying into lame<br />truth be told<br />i see you trying too hard to contain<br />truth be told<br />i see you lying to reach your claim<br /><br />truth be told <br />you would be better if you slowed down<br />truth be told<br />you would be happier if you gained a pound<br />truth be told <br />we would be friends if you never frowned<br />truth be told<br />when you lied you caused this row.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-68498923952583378892009-07-13T01:54:00.000-07:002009-08-06T05:42:20.888-07:00~My mother never ~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_Jene8d7r3Vsn3AzgW2bCWTVkkSXfICxyk4-47mnilJrcXoKGhoWczdt55MSZxlehfur0L-U0QjBnVNwxQ4qdDMht3dUO6aS41L_I8rsHMvF4axtKnCrfArVOgGM9z8W4-w0hK3mwOoK/s1600-h/mom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_Jene8d7r3Vsn3AzgW2bCWTVkkSXfICxyk4-47mnilJrcXoKGhoWczdt55MSZxlehfur0L-U0QjBnVNwxQ4qdDMht3dUO6aS41L_I8rsHMvF4axtKnCrfArVOgGM9z8W4-w0hK3mwOoK/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366830145930603138" /></a><br />a beautiful Chinese caftan draped her body<br />she drifted across the room with grace and music<br />the taste of wine lingered in the air<br />my mother was more beauty than beauty was fair<br /><br />she spoke about a love’s obsession<br />a man so bold he stole her heart with passion<br />she told me stories of things that past<br />how this tortured man won her heart<br /><br />a wicked education i got from her<br />many mistress’s my mother had to bear<br />i drunk from the juice of her life<br />so that mine would cause me no strife<br /><br />my mother never lied - the stories she told<br />have made me wise from the earth of my soul<br />my armour i wear battered and bruised<br />but no man will ever make me a fool.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-60536915999372807702009-07-13T01:23:00.000-07:002011-08-21T04:26:09.914-07:00~Red Light WhOre~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Pp0FibNMGLe6HR8KhearPXm2uSNEAUKKJ35g_MDFbF8K4roICf4HIRvH2ydSkBWrMvUwelfkcA8JSUDkNiAaIP7y8rttL-9UB6Usd1PVU9pfhmBbXiZ0RzaCDfSqQ-NtUgfKfWarwVeo/s1600-h/slut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Pp0FibNMGLe6HR8KhearPXm2uSNEAUKKJ35g_MDFbF8K4roICf4HIRvH2ydSkBWrMvUwelfkcA8JSUDkNiAaIP7y8rttL-9UB6Usd1PVU9pfhmBbXiZ0RzaCDfSqQ-NtUgfKfWarwVeo/s400/slut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862919360085778" /></a>
<br />Tacky make-up and messy boy hair
<br />she wanted to be called - a dyke
<br />clothes wrapped around like cello-tape
<br />everything was a little bit - too tight
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<br />red lips wore her sin
<br />her game was men to win
<br />penis was always the prize
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<br />taxi hookers, drug pushers
<br />people she found on the net
<br />this girl was by no means fussy
<br />her sex was always to-let
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<br />i'd always thought her a little brash
<br />that unintelligent speech
<br />but i guess when men look at her
<br />they don't really care if she speaks
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<br />betrayal is the hardest pill
<br />i'd never wish a foe to swallow
<br />but i guess you've never met this shlore
<br />red light on - green light whore.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-65302631952287082862009-07-06T03:38:00.000-07:002009-07-07T00:15:45.276-07:00~Gutted~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOk1hSHEFl_9RSAiwtf8jdf4PKBl-pEHpFa9aCaf1K2P05yGrHO3vKF7uT8yx2d6pwqfha5Pw1IduelBUrrwkexcNRrWZV7TG0DojTyiNezKNxZGbJGRmY2E2bcnC2wo3s3gDORcjK3P1/s1600-h/gutted2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOk1hSHEFl_9RSAiwtf8jdf4PKBl-pEHpFa9aCaf1K2P05yGrHO3vKF7uT8yx2d6pwqfha5Pw1IduelBUrrwkexcNRrWZV7TG0DojTyiNezKNxZGbJGRmY2E2bcnC2wo3s3gDORcjK3P1/s400/gutted2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355613489327549106" /></a><br />the line follows me to the bathroom <br />like smoke reversing into a flame<br />i don't usually hang out in quarters of such disdain<br />but i like to watch<br /><br />watch the dirty boys filter in<br />hover over stools of hollow buckets<br />smeared with the mud and the shit of others<br />you see their fate unroll<br /><br />you see their destiny unfold<br />as if to make the night rush faster<br />you purge your sins of late<br />but nothing in this world will cause you more hate<br /><br />i find myself numb at the sound of your gut<br />for in your pain - i enjoy the silence<br />your familiar face<br />that heart-wrenching rush.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-36231492949256131732009-06-30T05:09:00.001-07:002009-07-01T00:08:28.416-07:00~Seduced by my instincts~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitapzU3JjvnE0VF0CpoiWHnL-BhHX7RSNUiM_HMWW2jOoMvFBMhK25k4Vk5F3Wq7V14yZWz_NGurgBBY_5oCj5_BoA_XvKYSBl4kTMKcWC5l9izIs3toVqcjXvOqQRhhpwlx0OMe2YrGV8/s1600-h/cat+instincts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitapzU3JjvnE0VF0CpoiWHnL-BhHX7RSNUiM_HMWW2jOoMvFBMhK25k4Vk5F3Wq7V14yZWz_NGurgBBY_5oCj5_BoA_XvKYSBl4kTMKcWC5l9izIs3toVqcjXvOqQRhhpwlx0OMe2YrGV8/s400/cat+instincts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353106395697795394" /></a><br />As if the wind had danced in swirls - pushing against her furry body<br />she balanced her stride and only thought of one voice<br />the voice - that could carry her home<br /><br />she strutted through the wind swept meadow <br />keeping her eyes fixed on the horizon<br />there were no animals that kept her heart company<br />only the hard air like a beating drum from the skies<br />her thoughts were pure and focused <br />her limbs keen and study<br /><br />she blessed herself with thoughts of encouragement<br />little mantras and cheers to keep her going on<br />the journey she started not too long ago was almost at an end<br />this sorrowed her to a point<br />but she was not one that mellowed in finality but rather rejoiced at re-birth<br />she kept her eyes on the prize and gallantly walked towards the sunset<br /><br />the mystery that she unleashed in the past few weeks <br />had opened her eyes almost as if another dimension had been in front of her the entire time<br />she was pleased with all the results<br />not everything she wished to happen for others did<br />but this will not be a quick sand of concern that struck more time <br />she had blissfully taken over her spirit and was now heading home<br /><br />the view ahead echoed freedom and what she left behind <br />she will never look at again<br />when you have an idea - that soon gives birth to a plan<br />and the plan in turn bares results<br />what better way to celebrate in your victory<br />than cat strut - all the way home!kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-21693342534099373732009-06-18T03:37:00.000-07:002009-06-18T04:28:27.900-07:00~The spirit inside~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDNDRqV1QFklGfY8eVFMa9czaNqLlrTKq3K5EFm-TfHDxBkx2akk58aF3h7e1AIDQDAXBHaqDrvfLMNnc5ZfKLKYK-JzF02LFiw3hFrQZ2RtKAxIW6wGXGNJd-0QELzDXUqDBew_8C36o/s1600-h/spirit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDNDRqV1QFklGfY8eVFMa9czaNqLlrTKq3K5EFm-TfHDxBkx2akk58aF3h7e1AIDQDAXBHaqDrvfLMNnc5ZfKLKYK-JzF02LFiw3hFrQZ2RtKAxIW6wGXGNJd-0QELzDXUqDBew_8C36o/s400/spirit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348624333669554466" /></a><br />I have always felt like I have a conscious thought - a voice inside my head that tells me whats right from wrong, a voice that questions everything i do and intricately watches the ways of others as well. This voice i would hope was my instinct and what i hopefully have discovered over the years is that when your ''spidey-senses'' wake the only thing you can do is listen - listen to the conscious voice. In essence, this psychism as i like to also call mine - drags up images of future events before they happen. Now not everyone can, share in this sometimes painful gift but it has helped me along the way from removing myself from unsavory situations before things get out of hand. <br /><br />I can not be condemned for knowing these things and at the same time my reactions may cause much distress to others - but - the space i lend to any situation should not be taken lightly. It is TIME offered to the one that needs to learn the valuable lesson. Now, one may think that i am playing god, judging and sending out the jury on my whim but truth be told - i judge no one - i only wish the desire to learn upon others so they may lead a better life. A friend once told me i don't have thick skin, that she could only accompany people that bore this mark of armor - inside i felt deeply effected by such a bold remark - is this what we have friends for - to burn them. So i tested the waters the only way i knew how - let people play with no intervention from my behalf. This in many situations can have lots of results.<br /><br />In the past, it showed me people that are willing to learn, people that have taken responsibility on their various issues but unfortunately it also showed me another side. A flippant disrespect to the true meaning behind everything, do spiteful people deserve the wealth of a wholesome friendship? should i bare more time to teach the unskilled that friendship is not about control and selfishness but rather to think of others first. <br /><br />I pray sick to my stomach that this spirit that lives inside me never dies, that the voice that i have grown to count on hopefully finds a home in you....take a minute to breathe in the sea-blown air...try and remember that family comes first...be open to the challenges of life and when you need help ask...but most of all - support your friends in their endeavors and don't ever take them for granted...if you are not happy, the only person that can change that is you...and change - please do because the scarring you wish to enforce - like on so many others you have hurt, will not brush my cheek...instead these are choices you make that make my conviction clear.<br /><br />love* learn* live*kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-47206142183248977462009-06-10T06:26:00.000-07:002009-06-10T06:28:08.104-07:00~Electric Dreams~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3riNXf2W5r78GGlw_iY3pb95ZfzI746yVjV3JndomLn-JgKx2bbSyBIPaHgCMFDdKokJF-dJy67iuoVsAO-iUyHRVf-pvMLcJRO5REyB7AnF-FYHafKhWYbuR0kgDo7Tj7vgdnWsAVBNC/s1600-h/dark_angel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3riNXf2W5r78GGlw_iY3pb95ZfzI746yVjV3JndomLn-JgKx2bbSyBIPaHgCMFDdKokJF-dJy67iuoVsAO-iUyHRVf-pvMLcJRO5REyB7AnF-FYHafKhWYbuR0kgDo7Tj7vgdnWsAVBNC/s400/dark_angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345690128826215682" /></a><br />Sleep between the covers lay<br />eyes still open - head at bay<br />my sullen thoughts - the days conversations<br />brought to my head - much commiseration<br /><br />We sat front row all clothed in black<br />kohl eyes, lace gloves<br />even some wore hats<br /><br />My dream filtered through the breeze of the day<br />Whose chair did we miss? Did someone not stay?<br />My sight was hit by the smell of red roses<br />all but one crying - who did not stay over?<br /><br />I chased my dream - bring me back to my room<br />for the dark angels face i would not assume<br />a shock of death woke up my soul<br />for in reality - your wake up call - is home.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-30806329606132811012009-06-10T05:02:00.000-07:002011-08-21T05:20:06.219-07:00~Sometimes we say things we Just cnt hide~ June-buggs*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mKXA9rPvb4fDc2zHK1TnL3gM94Z7ZIVo0TMLWLi8B1ay9E2wPVxoOArgqYLY8tcWE4BfGCrvmFafXDDBB8L0AkHhjbYuCPJDtIGwICYveUQVv08MIkj-ZVy8uMqFiN_qRVJHuVihC-Qe/s1600-h/cig_geisha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mKXA9rPvb4fDc2zHK1TnL3gM94Z7ZIVo0TMLWLi8B1ay9E2wPVxoOArgqYLY8tcWE4BfGCrvmFafXDDBB8L0AkHhjbYuCPJDtIGwICYveUQVv08MIkj-ZVy8uMqFiN_qRVJHuVihC-Qe/s400/cig_geisha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345690550236127106" /></a>
<br />nothing-ness silence..the draft of the unspoken..an over worn ex's shirt...the painting of medusa..your vino half drunk but tempting...your wish...the rain will wash away the bad people...you sing...piano plays the end is near...before the next chapter*
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<br />tipsy-ness...always brings me closure...gives me new answers to old questions...lets me wonder down a new path of mystery and sometimes makes all my wishes come true*** i ♥ vino
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<br />paper work finally reducing...should be done by Friday...stress levels calming to a pause--at last...loving the myprodol swimming in me...caught a guy at work watching porn*....yay!!!..new slave!!!...now just need 2 de-jinx the-jinxed-boy....and purrfectiOn~
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<br />busy weekend ahead....taking in all my meds....trying to give everything a time...loving the displaced silence...wish I could hold onto the quiet just a little longer...take a lesson from Jack to b more self--self--interested :D ignoring the weak+desperate!!....need to make a wish list*...my prize when all my missions are matched~
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<br />u think u know..but you have no fucking clue..going to watch this play out till the cards r in my favour...(:
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<br />the devil has the power to assume a pleasing shape!!...from which he takes your weakest passion and turns it into the lapping flames of hell...contains your lust - wrapped around untamed beasts and lures your soul to be his one and only meat*
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<br />i know something i prob should tell u -- to save u sum unwanted hart-ache -- but -- hey -- what the hell....sometimes i like to watch u cry*
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<br />the most comfort and peace you will get from life is enjoying the quietness of solitude...no ignorance pushed on you..no faces you would never miss to see...separated from revolt mankind...that is my pure bliss*
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<br />the devil made me do it...
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<br />when you look at me...i will turn to stone*...everything is dead here....everything is cold!!!!!
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<br />full moon...harvest moon...no fucking wonder...but enjoying the view...
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<br />how can u lead a charmed life whilst still being pulled by puppet strings...time to let go of the past + release the present..eventually I will b free*
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<br />hOodratts...sexy catts...feel the pain - left out from her reign...see the light - that Once took your sight...claim the whore that sucks out - your bore...rape the fact - u act like your more...kill the catt before - she makes it the law***
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<br />wants to tame your beast...
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<br />huh...feel incredibly detached....want cow~boy boots....*LiCk*
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<br />needs to see pookie pie tonight....Pish tosh for those that are still being told what to do...whose your puppet~master???
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<br />letting g...
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<br />following ha instincts for Once***letting go of suicidal relationships...tainted love...toxic fights...half conscious nites...lies...people that try to be wise...death stares...who cares...wear my vic bueo clip-ons because it reminds me of the crone...my rabbit fur boots - cos im not that old...happy to have everything in the world + nothing at all***
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<br />letting go of everything that once trapped your mind...may seem hard to do wen u want to - but is much easier wen u have to...this has happened before....should've known it would happen again...i have no time for violence...i prefer the deafening silence***
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<br />hitting it w.pOokie tonight cause we fly like that..yo!
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<br />always looks soo-pah cute in a guys t-shirt + a crucifix...meOw!
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<br />is One step closer towards her spiritual journey...lots to learn before I take action...*excited*
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<br />tea and tarot w.miss s...cause kella knows best*
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<br />knows everything is going to be better than before..just takes some time...learn to love and live...be pure of heart*...it will bring the greatest friendship*
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<br />''He that is thy friend indeed -- He will help thee in thy need -- If thou sorrow -- he will weep -- If thou wake, he cannot sleep -- Thus of every grief in heart -- He with thee does bear a part -- These are certain signs to know -- Faithful friend from flattering foe!!!'' |U_U| >>> William Shakespeare
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<br />to feel the wind lift up your hair--to see the light shine through the fight--to watch the maiden take ha bow--to see the jester fail to row--to see the pain dance far away--to live the life where angels sway--to hear the ringing sound from ears--to kiss the lips that caused no tears ♥
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<br />feels like holding a sermon...if i could --- i would...but ill just get tipsy and banter along...need a soul to entertain...feel like birdcage and hunters :D
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<br />if it looks like a slut + talks like a slut...it probably even walks like a slut...guess what the mother-fucking thing is a -----> slut!!!
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<br />dont wanna have another ''who-r-we??'' nite just yet...thinking dvds + yumm food with pookie* then a spiritual awakening with sage and votive candles*....time to cleanse...and harmonize the the energies that escape us***
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<br />cant believe shes awake and breathing and conscious for a sat. morn...feeling strangely improved + healed + powerful***lucky catt back cause i know im better than that***meOw!!! |>_<|
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<br />is so close to bliss* I can taste it...yummm!!
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<br />fixed my soul -- now got to fix this bootay...!!!jogging after work!!!...may the goddess give me the strength i need to actually do it today *pray* |U_U|
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<br />happy that everyone is finally happy...yayayay...this is all i ever wanted...healthy minds -- healthy harts -- feel the Love***
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<br />lite shopping this morning...more shopping in a bit...i think iv found my new addiction***cant wait for the hartley fair >>>> bargain--shopping --> LICK!!!! (:
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<br />wants to b a pirates princess ♥
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<br />needs a shopping partner...girls just wanna have fun***
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<br /> ''I always knew you were a killer -- I could tell by your hooded eyes -- You got the ladies in waiting -- lighting up like fire flies -- I always knew you were a killer -- I could tell by your bloody guitar -- You like to stab it into everything -- Then pull it out when it gets too hard''...juliette & the licks
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<br />Junk food junkie...take-out temptress....day Of culinary indulgence Or just plain pigging out!!! (^oo^) Oinkk***
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<br />if i were a fraction less paranoid...my life would not be filled with such whimsy***kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-55276926367938417992009-06-04T06:31:00.000-07:002009-06-10T06:32:02.483-07:00~Destined by my next mOve~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-eQZds6R75Ih_z07RhUCZMcEscc_0J0dJ1UfmXHLv_N8iaraFEwyfbBG_s736xVO_0Hto0jsnDkY7NgpZJyrI4kq3YQkzGSPJ7JgYHWHiHk-s1wj4pGr82HcZzkUQUo3AQDAPacnrm5U/s1600-h/devil.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-eQZds6R75Ih_z07RhUCZMcEscc_0J0dJ1UfmXHLv_N8iaraFEwyfbBG_s736xVO_0Hto0jsnDkY7NgpZJyrI4kq3YQkzGSPJ7JgYHWHiHk-s1wj4pGr82HcZzkUQUo3AQDAPacnrm5U/s400/devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345691022943976834" /></a><br />empty lace lies down the veil<br />my skin slits deep with nervous water<br />i touch the cards for one last try<br />your face is nothing less than their master<br /><br />i once saw it lay, so bright with fire<br />of cos - for another boy<br />hes fate is sealed in times of sand<br />sifting through - times of desire<br /><br />one cup, two hearts even a wheel to compare<br />these cards were out for laughter<br />i saw the devil lay down the last step<br />because love was the only answer<br /><br />i took the picture inside my head and waited for the final glimpse<br />this tower of burden inside my head will turn into nothing but sin<br />so i am taking a break from whipping the show - into what i want it to be<br />ill sit back and watch till your gossip engulfs - the paranoid princess B<br /><br />cos when the devil wakes - the chains will disrupt and freedom will be hitting our tongues<br /><br />ill b happy to say hello again! to the lost son of a gun...kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-50364474550796425972009-05-26T07:51:00.000-07:002009-06-11T06:34:40.286-07:00~Black & Blue~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircAPr243QlqFJscJpMdcxgpS7JEtR5qkiAKi5sUxhp5MmqgluO-BDVMBEp9vsJ0-cpMAF9ZjEcSKF6fgm-BOJUeHzdbr6NS0th8jAAN-Enn2Mh1feysaZrKPWou4kZtoi0D2ZflL7PpH8/s1600-h/blk+bloo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircAPr243QlqFJscJpMdcxgpS7JEtR5qkiAKi5sUxhp5MmqgluO-BDVMBEp9vsJ0-cpMAF9ZjEcSKF6fgm-BOJUeHzdbr6NS0th8jAAN-Enn2Mh1feysaZrKPWou4kZtoi0D2ZflL7PpH8/s320/blk+bloo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340146346774649042" /></a><br />Do you see me<br />sitting in this dark room with only one light<br />Do you see me<br />staring at the mirror smoke blurring my sight<br /><br />I see another world not where we live or feel<br />i see the dead linger on, if only my face - were to peel<br />i see another girl - black eyes and auburn hair<br />i see myself being ripped to shreds, with only my soul to bear<br /><br />Do you see me<br />walk through open doors<br />Do you see me<br />stand up straight on crystal floors<br /><br />I see another mirror, a portal to my soul<br />i see the lights play slowly, the image now is whole<br />i see another girl - blue dress and glittered skin<br />i see myself the maiden, the second aspect of my sin<br /><br />Do you see me - the only way i do<br />do you see me - the only way i see you.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-51900099092103767372009-05-25T09:44:00.000-07:002011-08-21T04:35:10.609-07:00~The dispOsable X~i have begun to ponder after many conversations with an array of personalities, about the repetitive use of mentioning an ex in a chat, that has no bearing on things of the past. so i began to wonder about the stigma attached to always wanting what you don't think you can have and always being attracted to those that have hurt and almost destroy your heart. what is the fascination we have with all things that are bad for us?
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<br />it is a known fact that if we love someone we immediately become slaves to an emotion that seems to devour every logical way of thinking.This being said - what exactly is Love? My father always reminds me that Love is just a feeling - LOVE IS JUST A FEELING!!! so what does this mean does it have an expiration date like any other fickle emotion, jealously, guilt, sadness, doubt...and then i started to think really think, how many times have you been in love? how many times have you seen your friends fall in love and out of love? it happens all the time. there is no warning to say if your 'love' is going to last longer than any other person's. It happens every second of the day people are getting their hearts broken and moving right along to the next person.
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<br />But what about those that are left behind, those that don't seem to move along faster than average. How do they get back their life, their power and hopefully find true love. Tests done on college students say it took the average student the length of the relationship divided by 3 to get over their ex. This in my personal experience is about right, although my madness did leak into a few more months.
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<br />the only way to move forward is to stop thinking about them and start thinking about yourself. Do you really think they stay up all night wondering about you, fantasizing about your future together and how wonderful life could be - hell no! in my opinion, people will always do what they want, regardless of anyone else...yes maybe some of us are emotional door mats but the average person is not going to think about you when deciding whats going to make them happy - unless you do make them happy.
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<br />love is just a feeling yes, but it can take away months of our lives, raping us of our youth because we're too depressed to think about anything else or make us so violently insane people begin to think that we really have been chemically effected by the break up. Don't sell yourself short, your misery is already bringing the 'breaker upper'' the greatest joy, do you really want this person to revel in your emotional demise. don't get me wrong, i am not implying that you should brush your feelings aside but rather just deal with it, talk it out, get a hobby even if it has to be a destructive one...kick-boxing perhaps..throwing things from the roof to watch them crash..maybe?, but change, change the way you view yourself first because self pity and guilt will eat at you till you are nothing more than the remnants of a ''teenage love affair''.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-11712595070047184462009-05-22T01:13:00.000-07:002009-06-11T06:38:05.707-07:00~my asian persuasion~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDF_5Hu2tMxdMd0tn85glANzhByI9PdjDWCAZ-f1bkd7B4m5qojj-EEzu1LEVpv5WqwWL1jR98CMeX6QXvSGKmloi2bfaMvozGLU6st1bgkpUgwhmtgNL_RqjxmaD462JqGj4WpT7zqLi/s1600-h/xxx+062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDF_5Hu2tMxdMd0tn85glANzhByI9PdjDWCAZ-f1bkd7B4m5qojj-EEzu1LEVpv5WqwWL1jR98CMeX6QXvSGKmloi2bfaMvozGLU6st1bgkpUgwhmtgNL_RqjxmaD462JqGj4WpT7zqLi/s320/xxx+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340075880508394930" /></a><br />it should only be fitting that i start my narration of this year with my most recent adventure....my Asian persuasion - my trip to china! This trip came at a time when my heart desperately needed a distraction and what better way than to forget the past...china called for business and i was more than happy to lend my opinionated character to all facets of work. So i left, completely bewitched and strangely in total denial till the very moment i stepped onto Chinese soil. My encounter with traveling in solitude left me dazed and confused, literally!! the only way i could brave the airports, strangers and authorities was to over-indulge in my old friend, and all time favorite drug - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Myprodol</span>.<br /><br />So maybe i took more than prescribed and maybe when i looked out the window the clouds were smiling back at me, but i had a wonderful 'trip', fast flight no conscious thought! i reached china with much enthusiasm, met up with a friend had an hour to regroup and i was off. Dinner in china - not what i expected, chicken knuckles tempura style, i had to try it i had to try everything <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chinese</span>. Forget about jet lag or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">slee</span>ping or the fact that my legs were numb i drifted down the river for a boat cruise and saw the city in lights - beautiful! Advertising never looked this nice! I later hit the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ha ha</span> club which is a completely different experience to any of the clubs in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Durban</span>. Chinese youth have an obsession with the drinking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">game</span> liar liar and play it everywhere, even at night, in the club, while a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Chinese</span> singer promotes some pop <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">English</span> song better than the original artist.<br /><br />My week slowed down and i enjoyed my favorite past time bargain shopping! The rush i got from that endeavor, no high could ever meet. i did business made some new lucky finds, knowing very well when i get back i will FINALLY be recognized as a vital asset in a once male dominated industry. China opened my eyes, there's no super rich, no super poor. everyone eats, food is cheap and there is no crime. something we can learn from visiting other countries is the way they see things, the way they view life....two very important things i have learnt is food should always be cheap, no one should ever go hungry, such a simple concept that our country fails to provide. And finally dont think just do! the Chinese don't mull over ideas and thoughts, the minute they think it, its put in to action...the economy is booming - there is more movement there then anywhere else in the world. No one is loitering around everyone is on a mission, everyone has a purpose, no one gossips, the only thing important to the Chinese is family and work!<br /><br />There is a lot to be learnt from traveling yes i went for business but i came back with a wealth of knowledge that for me, is super priceless.kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135760278692688325.post-37940941034749806772009-05-21T01:40:00.000-07:002009-05-22T06:33:32.826-07:00~the raping of my blogs virginity~<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBAKKIE%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" 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I have slowly enjoyed the idea that every one of us is hiding inside, a doppelganger, a part hidden so well even we never dare to look at! But its there, be it the demoness that prowls over the excitement when night falls or the secret mistress of our thoughts, that twists the minds of others. We all have her, call her what you will, she is the side of every women that answers those penetrating questions, a side we all have but are too kitten to embrace...be brave..Follow me - Its time to investigate the female prowess of THE CATTS MEOW!!!</p> kella.killshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02115630468059467521noreply@blogger.com0