How disturbed are you?

I have decided to leave. kthnxbye.

Hokay...I thought since I've pretty much never post in here...and since I'm home from school, I might try to whore my friend's drawings. Her drawings are so beautifully done and with lots of taste.

I swear she shall be my wife in the future!! Buwahahaha!!




Nicely done huh...she calls it "Masturbation on Black" if you click the image, it'll take you to her page on deviantart.com

It's one of my favorite drawins shes done.

Ok, I figured I might as well do this now that way I can delete my other journal.

Old name was gothic_kiwi but now it's as you see it. Just thought I'd give you all a heads up.

Okay, some of you might have noticed that the whole layout some how got fucked up. Well... That's my fault. I was trying to help a friend with her layout, and accidentally replaced the comm code with part of hers. So. Yes. dahlya's a fucking idiot. Oh well, whatcha gonna do? Change the layout back to how it was? I'd love to! One problem, I don't have the fucking code anymore, and I'm too fucking lethargic to attempt to re-create it. So, I'm going to stick in in a default layout until I have enough mental energy to attempt anything.
If anyone has any ideas, by all means, comment with them.
PS: we need more members. Go tell your morbid little friends.

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I found the overrides, apparently I saved them to my server when I uploaded the graphics. Interesting.
Oh, PS, that's why the images aren't working, I bought a new domain.
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I haven't posted in a while, and I've had this thought in my head for the last half hour or so.
( You said you'd always love me. You lied.Collapse )

X-posted.

Thought I'd post in the community as not to get lynched for inactivity...

A couple of months ago I had brought up the subject of necrophilia with a friend. We were originally talking about death and such in general - how we'd want to die (such as exploding at a family dinner) - and after-death, like what would happen to our belongings and such. I had been wondering... If I died, or someone I knew even, no matter of what cause, would my or their body be used for necrophiliac purposes? (Sure, the sobbing gits want to see your body after you've died to pay their last respects... but screw them. Screw the funeral and the burial. They're all a bunch of hypocritical liars talking about what a great and generous person ol' great-aunt Evelyn "The Witch" was after she died from a heart attack from laughing too hard at little Georgie down the block being force-fed the grill of a Werner semi.) Say you're going to get cremated, or you're going to donate something to science or hospitals or something... wherever you go, whatever, let's just say there's a necrophiliac that happens to work with your body. If you had any knowledge of the situation, what would you think? What about before you died? Before donating your used sack of organs to wherever, would you donate your orifices/body to a necrophiliac, first? You're not going to be using it anymore, so why not (make it so the necro doesn't have to feel guilty for once in their life maybe)? What if someone you knew died and you were entrusted with their body? Would you engage in necrophilia with the corpse or give it to another necro? What if you/your partner died during sex - would that be considered necrophilia?

Meh. I'm probably getting too technical with the subject... Just wondering what others think.

Taken from Snopes.

A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her.

After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.)

Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous.

Take the children and go to the neighbors, said whichever parent was talking to her. We'll call the police. We don't have a clown statue.

The police caught the clown as he was running through the neighborhood.