I
was once a very smiley cute little girl. Waking up every morning happy
to greet the day with my bright blue little girl eyes..
…but…then…
…the throws of evil twisted me when I was 12 and from that point on I was transformed into an almost non-descriptive mix of innocence, beauty and hideousness.
My hair is ebony and flows to my shoulders in a tangled mass of waves. It’s been many years since it’s been brushed or washed.
My face is scratched with many aged un-healing lesions. My lips are extremely dry and cracked and encrusted with dried pea soup colored, blood and yellow bile that have spewed forth from my gut and past my vestibule on to my outer being, where it stays and ages into various stunning colors. I do this when I get displeased, and I never wipe my mouth after. I am also capable of the most menacing impish grin you will ever see.
My eyes are green and have a dead look with very dark circles, but at the same time if you anger me or are anything holy (like a priest) pays me a visit they will roll back into my head revealing a pure white, or they can pierce malice through your soul with one glance.
My neck is extra flexible and I can twist it around as I wish, usually to the dismay of the non-possessed population as I spin my head around to view what’s in back of me. I can also perform a frog like trick, where the front of my throat blows up like a skin bubble and this is really quite entertaining - I think anyway.
My body is petite and on my skin, which looks very corpse-like, are many gashes and abrasions, which sometimes leak liquids like milk and cherry juice. My skin also tastes like sweet peanut butter, or so I’ve been told…and I am always barefoot. I have the ability to levitate whenever I feel the desire. I can also do a mean back-bend when the need arises.
Upon my body is a nightgown that is filthy and old. It is laden with green and yellow stains and caked blood and has been splashed with holy water on occasion. I never change this nightgown, and it is filthy….and I am Regan…
...dare you look at me?
…the throws of evil twisted me when I was 12 and from that point on I was transformed into an almost non-descriptive mix of innocence, beauty and hideousness.
My hair is ebony and flows to my shoulders in a tangled mass of waves. It’s been many years since it’s been brushed or washed.
My face is scratched with many aged un-healing lesions. My lips are extremely dry and cracked and encrusted with dried pea soup colored, blood and yellow bile that have spewed forth from my gut and past my vestibule on to my outer being, where it stays and ages into various stunning colors. I do this when I get displeased, and I never wipe my mouth after. I am also capable of the most menacing impish grin you will ever see.
My eyes are green and have a dead look with very dark circles, but at the same time if you anger me or are anything holy (like a priest) pays me a visit they will roll back into my head revealing a pure white, or they can pierce malice through your soul with one glance.
My neck is extra flexible and I can twist it around as I wish, usually to the dismay of the non-possessed population as I spin my head around to view what’s in back of me. I can also perform a frog like trick, where the front of my throat blows up like a skin bubble and this is really quite entertaining - I think anyway.
My body is petite and on my skin, which looks very corpse-like, are many gashes and abrasions, which sometimes leak liquids like milk and cherry juice. My skin also tastes like sweet peanut butter, or so I’ve been told…and I am always barefoot. I have the ability to levitate whenever I feel the desire. I can also do a mean back-bend when the need arises.
Upon my body is a nightgown that is filthy and old. It is laden with green and yellow stains and caked blood and has been splashed with holy water on occasion. I never change this nightgown, and it is filthy….and I am Regan…
...dare you look at me?
BungleGrind
ReplyDeletewell, i once was a cherubic blond haired little boy that beamed with wonder anytime he got to go to a carnival or toys ‘r’ us.i had soft and milky white skin.freckles.you know, the typical cherubic blond haired white boy stuff.but i had an evil eyebrow.that was my mark of the devil.much like the trio of sixes that lay nestled in damiens scalp, i had an eyebrow that sharpened and pointed upwards.
when i hit 400 years old and had not grown in size, things started to get boring and i had to step it up a notch.i started hanging around the hospitals flashing my junk to student nurses and one day i saw a nifty sex change operation when i sneaked a peak into a keyhole and right then i knew what i had to do.the whole visual of penises and vaginas gave me in uteran flashback and i realized that i was not meant for this world in this cherubic little boy body that would never grow.so, i crawled back into the first vagina that i saw and waited …..and i waited …..and waited …..then…..yep, i waited some more …… and 400 more years went by and i felt a stirring and heard a bunch of noises …..then a voice ….sounded a lot like tony curtis.
then i made my great escape and in a rush of flow and bursting of flesh i broke through the upper back/lower neck of some crazy white lady and after i stepped onto the cold,hard floor and felt the blood and gore dripping off of me i ventured over to the mirror and there i saw a face …..a handsome midget.tiny stumpy little arms and legs.a doll like face that was covered with remnants of crazy white lady goo.
i still had that evil eyebrow.both my eyebrows had not been trimmed in almost 800 years and they had grown up out of my head.i still had crazy white lady goo on my face and some of it had gotten in my eye and one of my eyes had grown lazy.
my lips were brittle and cracked like a pavement on my face and i had a scar running down the side of my head that looked like an opening into my skull.
my nose was quite large and the nostrils had been caked with spew and crazy white lady plasma.
i turned around and looked at my self from the back …..and HOT DAMN! I HAD ONE SEXY ASS!
first thing i said to myself was that i needed to find that chick i saw in a movie once.most beautiful woman i had ever laid eyes on.she spewed pea soup all over this priest and i jumped up and down and said that one day i would have her spew on me like that.the rest as they say is history.
June 12, 2010
ChimesofLife48
Yep your evil eyebrow and one sexy ass…yum…my pea soup filth & crustiness…yum…we are both so damn delicious together, it’s almost unreal. I am on my way to your office now…again. ;-)
June 13, 2010