~*~ Dirge ~*~
~*~ Carmeline ~*~
~*~ The Demonic Superwoman ~*~
So what if you think I’m crazy, a little odd, strange, anti this & that. You don’t understand. So what if you think I’m a trouble maker, a smart-ass, a big-mouth, princess confrontation.. I’m not about bullshit, man.. but you don’t understand… You can call me what you want…. Call me the Demonic Superwoman.. cuz baby, that’s what I am…. I’m not Mother Theresa, I’m not Satan’s Spawn; I’m me, the demonic superwoman. It would be fucking nice if I could go out, walk around and noone would care what I looked like or who I am; that’s the way it should be. If you’re worth talking to, maybe I will. Instead I get stared at by the normals with their pseudo bad-kid hair dye, baggy pants, half a brain cell, STD carriers who think I’m a “freak”…. then there are those that get in my face and ask me, “why do you read books about graveyards, junkies, the end of the world, Bukowski, Burroughs, Baudelaire… they were weird.. they never said anything but how horrible their lives were and the people they despised, right?”… So? This isn’t fucking Melrose Place or 90210…. At least they had lives to observe & comment on. Boston’s the capitol of College Kid Hell; plenty of unbridled gawking; thinking I am some kind of mutated goth/punk chick. I’m not a genre’, fuckhead, I’m the demonic superwoman. No, no ,no not Mary Poppins with a bad disposition, the demonic superwoman. Get it right and you’ll win an all expenses paid vacation into my world. Just because I like to be alone, or I don’t leap into your vapid conversations, or that I'm a tad anti-social doesn’t mean I sit in my bedroom with blankets over my head trembling at the slightest thought of human contact. Why do you people think that??! You don’t understand.. and y’know I don’t want you to understand. I don’t need placatation from you. I have plenty of distaste for a lot of things. Maybe you’re one of them. I rarely mince words and have a divine talent to weed out the unnecessaries. Maybe I’ll do as I please & you can mind your own business because I’m the demonic superwoman.. wearing black because I like it… so stop asking me who died…… I wanna stand for hours in the pouring rain, catch pneumonia, die, come back & haunt YOU! I can’t agree on everything you say & do; you can’t agree on everything I say & do. That’s just life, deal with it, then get over it. This may cause an aneurysm but I’m only being me, I don’t want to be you. Girl + Brain=Trouble…. I’m not your mom, your sister, your maid, your bitch, your air-headed excuse for a good time on a Saturday Night, submissive you-know-what in the back seat of your hot rod; I am the caress as soft as sand paper…..I’m the Demonic Superwoman.. and y’know, I’m probably the most decent fucking person you’ll ever meet…. –C. ’94
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