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    Welcome to Darkness.........
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    Are you lost? Probably...... <br />
    Welcome to where The Knowledge lies to her loved ones; saving them from a fate worse than their impending demise: knowing when it all ends. <br />
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    My name is Arlene you can call me Lena, Cookie or Pockets. <br />
    Horror movies make me cream my pants. I'm a sick perverted little girl with a mind and body to go with that. I love rock music, old and new...<br />
    People think I'm a bit weird but who cares what people think.<br />
    When there is going to be blood, I make damn sure that I am dressed for the occasion. I'm an amateur photographer. I am a girl who is easy to please. Just a small nightmare before christmas trinket will have me all shits and giggles. Normally I keep to myself, but at the request of some friends I am going out on my own....I would love the company of someone, anyone who I can get along with.... Sharps and shinys make me happy. Like I said I am easy to please. Simple and sweet. An absent minded type of individual. A cynical kind of optimism that is sweeping the nation but infecting not a soul but my own. I am a writer; a think tank, if you will, brimming over with useless information just waiting for a chance for someone to hear me; no for someone to listen to me. My alert type of matter of factness is sickening and cheerful all at the same time. I can be but won't try to be comforting. A friend of mine says that I am like an old itchy wool blanket; you know that I'm bad for your skin but I keep you so warm. So you'll use me anyways cause your too damn lazy to go and get a different blanket or buy a new one. With everything, I sometimes feel like that mat sitting outside your front door. I have the words "Please Enter" scrawled across my chest with deep, open, bleeding sores; you step on me and wipe your feet, so as not to track your mental debris into the home. Then it sticks within my wounds, embedded inside the gaping flesh; infecting my heart with your sickness....The disease of emptiness.
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