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I'm 21 and live in the eastern United States. I'm an eclectic wiccan and like everything mystical. I like things that are dark and angsty, especially if it's paired with sensuality. I'm very liberal and dislike Bush with a passion.

I also try, often in vain, to play around in Photoshop and come up with icons that don't look completely ridiculous.

"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on higher purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wonder who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sittin' on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game-shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rottin' away at the end of it all, pissin' your last in a miserable home nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you've spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"