ill be with you through every dimention

im one of those people who believe in so many things, me and Twodee were talking about parallel universes and other dimensions today and idk it just got me thinking. i DO believe in other dimensions. and i honestly wish i could find a way into another dimension. imagine how crazy that could be. an alternate universe with copies of ourselves living another life. maybe even completely different than how we're living ours right now. or maybe the exact same way! imagine going into another dimension and meeting YOURSELF. ah omg i hope someday science is smart no genius enough to figure that out. omg there are just so many possibilities. and omg what if there are other dimensions inside our own dimension. like its there but we cant see it? god damn my mind is going so wild(: what if there is another parallel universe where dinosaurs are still walking around. god we need to find these universes and tap into them. <333
'if you died i would be with you in another universe<3'

Shit Talkers

I think 'shit talking' for me started back in the beginning of highschool. i have no idea what prompts people to shit talk. jealousy..anger..bitchyness..a stick up their ass? i have no idea but i am not bothered by it at all. some people are but i find it highly amusing. its like they expect it to bring me down. hahaha thats funny because shit talkers are just pathetic so why would they bring me down?! so theres this boy i know, i call him my special boy cuz he means a great deal to me ( i havent known him long, but i can tell hes a good person) but his name is Twodee (ARTHUR) and he was telling me about all the shit talkers on his formspring saying he was a fagg and a womanizer and idk it kindof pissed me off that people were saying that about him because in my mind he is one of the sweetest people i have met in my life so far and haha trust me he is not a fagg at all (; OR A WOMANIZER. he admitted that he used to be a player and i think he has changed from what i know about him so far. k fuckers just cuz hes extremely gorgeous doesnt mean he is a womanizer. so just back off you jealous assholes!! .... back to my opinion. i think its sad how (someone just IMed me asking if i was a model, huh weird)  some people get just so upset over what people say online. i mean if these people think they have balls because they can say something clever through a computer screen they better be ready for when karma comes back and bites them in the ass, or when i come and start trying to tell them off face to face. that is if they have ENOUGH BALLS to make themselves visible (formspring). im the kind of person who would rather say something to your face than over a computer, but if i have no choice like when i stood up for my friend Courtney over on formspring, i had no idea who this girl was but she was starting shit with Courtney and idk where she lived so i decided to CALMLY bitch her out over formspring. which i hated cuz i hate fighting through screens. but i sure as hell showed her who i was!(: which made me proud cuz atleast she knows who shes messing with. i like it when people shit talk about me though, cuz i mean im getting attention! hahah so its nice.lol and i think its so funny how clever they think they are! im thinking 'ok so you just called me a whore, is that the best you got!?' pathetic if you can make me laugh, piss me off asshole, actually do this right. fuckers. hahah anyways. FUCK ALL YOU SHIT TALKERS. keep talking shit. make my day(:

Autopsy

A white sheet covers a pale white face, a lifeless body on a cold metal table is delacately placed. Under the table s a bucket made of tin that slowly fills with a liquid the color of skin. The liquid drips directly off of her body like thick acrylic paint or moistened putty. It pulls all life and color away, leaving the skin a dull shade of grey. Her eyes start to swell with tears of the purest color of blue. True blue pigment starts to drain like water from a well her dull grey body lies so perfectly still, with no spark of like, without want or will. Her skin carefully cut above place of her heart. Not one thing to find but a question or thought. A wonder of how she didn’t completely fall apart. There is no heart, instead a note to a former love, it gives away the deed to her heart. Never was returned to the place of own. Thread and needle hide a hole, but only the first cut. Break the bone made to protect the odly colored shrivled flesh. Hear the crack, watch it splinter in between glove covered fingers. An organ once filled now empty. The holder of the missing heart also holds her breath. Gone long before her dull grey body fell to rest. The spindle of thick black thread unravels a line. A needle pulled to sew in careful time. The second cut is closed up. Pulled apart with gentile ease the third cut is one that quickly bleeds. A thick red stain seeps across the table, slowly drips and leaves a splatter. Underneath the thick red stain placed is an organ bulging like its thriving with pain. Pushing and prauding, the tissue breaks, splashes of color explode from inside. Not giving any clue to what else is to find. Color was mistaken, butterflies the real. Normally an emotion to feel. The holder of the heart and breath took but as well he left a true metaphor that she felt so real. A thin liquid ash coats the flesh, deteriorating. The real emotion, study the body, the lifeless face that is carved with sadness like invisible lace. Cold hands clutched together so tightly that the fear of letting go is woven between the gripped fingers so visibly. Shiny eyes eaper above in the glass peering down on the actions as time will slowly pass. His breath is held deep in his chest and in his hand another breath. Pounding the bone that protects, his heart beats without rest. Gripping his pocket beneath his hand to hold the beating still, the heart replaced by the one last will, the deed. Sweat slips off the brow when a sudden chill stings his skin. Like smoke in his ear, the last voice she’ll let him hear. Her soft noise drifts through.   You took my breath with every kiss, with every word, of what I’ll miss. I signed the deed, I gave you the one thing my body needs. Everything I gave to you, only because I fell in love with you.   Tears streak down the soft skin, the heart held in hand stops its beat, breath slips across fingertips. 

This is me

Allison Shea Miller, the name i was given when i flew out of my moms uhh vag 3 weeks early. [just warning you i have a very crude and lude sense of humor] i am pretty simple in my own mind, but it seems that to everyone else im very complicated. like they just cant seem to understand me at all. i guess you could say i have a crazy mind and lots of stuff goes on inside of it. i have a lot of personal views on pretty much everything that i will gladly share fully. i think that will be an easier way for whomever reads this to get to know me. im pretty much the kind of person who will strike controversy, i have very strong opinions and im not afraid to share them with everyone and some people might not agree or accept the way i think. i wont ever try and shove my beliefs on anyone else. i share, not shove. but i swear if someone tries to shove their beliefs down my throat, they'll be getting it right back down theirs. this is just the way i am, im very blunt and open. i will say what is on my mind and ill say it exactly as i think it. no sensors. thats why i think this blog is perfect for me. so enjoy(: