The newest member of this team

Hey everyone long time no see,

    

     Well here is a little something about me. I'm no worse for wear lol..But seriously, I am a full time online college student and I'm about to grad soon. Then I'm going to transfer to a college with the art history and archeology depart. I met my lifemate Dark Wolf online about a month ago. I have known him for about a couple of years now. He is remarkable and everything. He has a 4 year old son who reminds me of my nephews and I wouldn't trade my lifemate for anything in this life. I try to write for DP and all. I have written MidNight Angels Ravyn and Lucien. I do have another Angel to introduce to DP and a few other stories that I need to contribute but RL has been hellish for me recently :) But I am going to start to get back into the swing of things again :)

Intro to all the contributors of this blog:

I'm Bullet as those following would already know and have remained followers. Thanks for remaining with and reading my insanity. It's not over yet. I've revamped this blogger and added in some contributors; the reason for this post is to welcome them into the fold. 

I gotta thank them all for taking part in bringing their own stories, vids and whatever they want to amuse our followers to this blog site. I know I thank them from the bottom of my commode er heart and hyped to have them all here. I have my own choice words on each of them. We’re one hellova morbid mix, but in getting to know us through our posts you’ll see how much in common we all have. :snickering: Morbid, corrupted minds is putting it lightly, but in saying that we all have a bond together. We’re actually normal of a sordid group. You’ll see or rather read all bout it.  

Before you even dare to ask or think it…these are individuals with their own thoughts, their own minds, their own feelings and can speak for and express themselves, but I asked them to send me each their own intros so I can do it all in one lump sum and they agreed so you’ll read what they have to say to you themselves on who they are.

I’ll start with Kail, who also likes to be known as Rat or Rodent. He’s one demented dude, but aren’t we all in some way, shape or form? I’ve known this guy for some time. Shite, goes to way back in the day over or around 8 years? Time flies and we lost touch till recently. Till the last few weeks when he tracked my arse down via Eddy. To me he’s shark bait and I’ll let him share the reason why some day. Not my call to say. :snickering: Great to have you on board the S.S. Mino, Bro!

Here’s what bait er Kail has to say:

* fingering my ear, where there is perpetually a smoke tucked either half smoked or rolled and rocked to be smoked* 

Yo my name is Rodent I have a problem... I like to rip you apart and play in your gooey insides... make ash trays out of your skull after I fucked it a few times... hmm... want to play doctor on my table? Mommy Mommy! He wants to stick his thing in my eye, oh me oh frakin my! *smirking a hard completely deviant grin and near black eyes* One thing I am not is a peppy go lucky average joe. You can bet your best pair of $100 jeans or kicks my ass will most definitely make you think twice, three, no four times when you read my journals or stories or whatever I throw up. If you're looking of average or pep or the pretty boy roll your plain SOL fraker. *lighting up* 

I smoke, generously, and it’s usually pretty deep. I am insane that is the cold hard truth, but my insanity is infectious and soon I plan to take over the world. Normals grab your sunday through saturday drawers cuz your being eradicated one by one. That's my plan, it has a scheme and a track to fuck you over by. *hard grin* 

Now we have Nat. Got to know her via Goodreads and to this day there’s no regrets. She became a friend, hunted my arse down when I disappeared for emotional, mental and psych reasons. She’s become a rock and stuck by me while others have abandoned me, she stuck by. She has this damn uncanny sixth sense to email when she sense something ain’t right with me and she’s right on the dot. Nat, my stalker, you make another great addition to the team.

Here’s what Nat has to say:

My name is natsroshan, but you can call me Sidney’s self-appointed personal stalker. I am the ONE who has the privilege to bother and harass him. If it wasn’t for the 6000 km distance, I would kidnap and molest him too. No Sidney, no “Ewwwww” please.

Me? I’m a French mother of two living in Paris. At 35, people swear I look 25 but I still feel like 15. I love and hate my life at the same time: always looking for more, for something else. I love being surrounded by people but also enjoy being alone. One moment I can be expressive and active and the other very moody and cranky. Straightforward in my relationships… yes, I am. However do not disappoint me: I’m rancorous and proud of it.

I tend to be extremely rigid concerning my daily life but enjoy being unconventional. Some will say about me:

· Stubborn, rebellious, but it’s just me being self-willed

· Aloof, cold, but it’s just me ignoring you coz’ I don’t like to pretend

· Lacking of tact, but it’s just me being clumsy with words and emotionally oblivious

I like Japanese food, muscatel wines, cream puffs, cheese, Mika, Dancehall, Kat-tun, Bleach, “Boys Over Flowers” the Korean drama, “Antique Bakery” the Korean movie, English language…

I hate flowers, outdoors, sightseeing, pretending, narrow-minded and inflexible people, following conventions…

If you expect profound things from me, you’ll be disappointed. My mind is full of nothing and everything so will my posts: reviews, real life adventures, laughing at myself… and so on.

Hales I’ve known seems like forever. She’s my personal Sin, literally. :winks: We’ve been acquainted for a damn good 7 years or more. To say she knows the REAL me and the real deal and still accepts me for who and what I am has me completely humble. She’s a good friend and author. She’s be posting her own intro and the like, along with keeping us up to date on her pub’d novels and what’s yet to be out there so you can check it and her stories out. Welcome Sinsin!

Bitch Monkey (Miles)… saving the special one for last… when he heard about this blog he def wanted in. Not a guy you’d ever say no to and why the hell would I? He’s been busy up to his ying yang and I’ll admit we lost touch but through Kail he’s back in my life and I don’t plan on letting him go so easily. Years ago with his antics he helped me to laugh and keep my sanity in tact and I’m more than grateful to be speaking to this man again. When in doubt or need he’s got my back. Always had. I still think he’s a crazy bastard for ever having put up with me and my shit from back in the day when I was a growly fawk and still am, from day one, but he’d agree to disagree.

Here’s Miles, his intro:

<slipping in unnoticed and up to the addressing tall dark and scrumptious, sliding a playful finger and thumb along the fine bones of his ear.> Akhem, I do believe you are leaving out one rather peeved bitch monkey imp here. <giving it a pinch and whispering lick to said ear with just this side of a harsh monkey bite of the upper structure> Am I chop liver? Have to address my own bitch monkey self? Hmph, I see how it is. <pitched in a deep vibrating voice> I am your slave to bend to your beck and call. Lick your boots, shine your table, make fabulous coffee all day and night with the perfect amount of mocha caramel cream and biscuit.... <snorts disbelievingly in a snapping dust of my finger and thumb and half turn away, tamping my fine Italian boot.> Riiiight....

Hello all, don't mind the stuttering Fae god behind me, he is just rather tongue tied at the moment.... Hmm, tongue tied, hog tied, it is so hard to decide when presented with such fabo canvas and unlimited resources, is it not?.. Ah, well, soon midnight snack, soon.... As he is in a state of catatonia, I am Bitch Monkey Extraordinaire, <bows elegantly with one arm sweep> or just plain Miles will do. I am playful with much wicked titillating delights to offer. Though we've known each other for about two years or three... hmm, times does fly, Sid has always been one of my favorite humans.

Miles? :grinning critically with much sucked in patience: HELLO I was introducing you! In case you missed that little bit and you tell me I’m blind? :tapping my booted foot: 

Miles:  As a bat... yes you are. <grinning a jumping hug to Sid's back> You're forgiven... now where exactly is my mocha caramel latte with extra cream and extremely hard biscuit? <finely arched brow and completely devilish smile>

A true life story....

!! Fight !!

By chance, catching my reflection in the full length mirror of the new spot's bathroom, I freeze. Half in and half out of the glass shower I stare in mid swipe of the thick dark purple towel. Eyes glued not to the too lean muscle or gleaming golden skin that reflects the half chicano heritage. Or the thick black hand drawn tribal tats that decorate over half my shoulder blade and arm. No, what attracts my eyes to a mouth dry lock is the carved snake eating its tail tattoo that rides low on my hip and thigh. Just about my large palm's size done with precise cuts and burned hatching. 


Eternal rebirth, is the symbol. 


Still it is not the artful macabre design or the toker's weed leafed middle I draw in everyday with permanent marker and usually surrounding smoke that will eventually help cover. More its the never ending cycle of seeing the true reason it is there. Like a knife to the gut it rips me apart and stills my feet and dry's my mouth. Seeing not the now beautiful design done over measured and sneaked time against regulations and orders. Instead I see the brutally carved Malay script done with a field knife. Pretty fuck toy, whore boy.


The shakes and shivers run from my stiff neck to a curl in my toes that makes goose bumps pop and my head scream as mentally I relive the torture from a few years back. Bogusly jailed, stripped and taunted for intel a handful of us went through hell and back. Being the youngest and, as they stated, pretty boy my torture was the hardest and most sadistic. Carving me up for the population to read clearly if I made it to that point. Fighting kept my ass and mouth from being fucked, but it brought the carving and the beating that nearly killed my ass. 


Hands fisting in the towel as I stare in fixated looped horror I relive those days, then after as my rabbity ass contemplated completing my foiled attempts yrs previous to end the fucking nightmare that is my brain and soul... till, as I was watched tighter than a drum, I instead covered the lasting marks that refused to heal with the snake. Giving life to erasing at least one of the many well carved and ingrained scars that ride me every muthafucking day in a nightmare cycle. 


My first constructive step in rising from the ash of my hell and into the ring, where I fight and eradicate all the shattered and broken things within. It is a fight, and its on going... I erased the scars but that is just the outside. I still see them in my head... like this afternoon when I stepped from my shower. I still taste the blood and fucking cigarette smoke, smell the sweat from the heat on their skin, and hear my screams echoing stone walls... but really, that is just one among many seriously fucked up things rattling my brain pan. On many levels not the worst. 


There is always a worse, its around the fucking corner, what gives the diff is are you going to just lay there and fuck yourself off and give up or are you going to fight? For a long time I wanted to give the fuck up, why not? Everyone all through my life either tried to take me out or have me taken out and didn't give a fuck about me. Then I came across a few good people... and as I piece my Frankenstein ass back together I am starting to get what they see in me... even though I think half the time they are half baked or fucking got rose fucking glasses welded to their skulls. 


Point is, FIGHT. Few yrs and major fucking bullshit later I am damn fucking glad I'm around... even if my brain doesn't always agree or I go through days on end of rabbity fucking shit screaming off in my head. 




RAT

Maniac Desires.... gone sooooo wrong.

*rollin hard and thinking of the bitch tied up in my room* Hmmm, makes the brain itch don't it? *hard wicked laughter* Enjoy those of the demented persuasion. Frak kno's I am. *wags brows and getting my lazy ass up for real work even as I groan over the monkey suit* ... bro's are soooo gunna have to keep the knives outta my reach at this fraking deal. *muttering to myself as walk out*


RAT

Songs that ring true...