The End

I keep saying this and I know I'll forget again, but this is the end of the Wallflower blog. The immortal pineapple is moving on, for she is going to high school and high school means new blog. It marks the beginning of a new persona and the destruction of all the others.

Honestly, I gotta stop this blog and set it to private. People seriously hate me. I have been a bitch. I really have. All ballerinas are bitches. It's a bona fide fact.

But that's beside the point.
To my readers...er reader, goodbye.

To my personal notations:
Destroy personas [along with stating where I got most of them] : Zephyr (my biker chick name ;D) , Faye (runescape account pheonixfaye. got it from ugly betty), Envy (haha! it was an FMA reference XD), Midnight (my pony, if I ever get one) Meduse (one of the gorgons= glutton; hahaha, very funny guys), Lillia (from the flower essence of course), Rose (a rose by any other name would smell as sweet -romeo and juliet), etc.
Keep personas: Juliet (dear juliet/chase coy/ shakespeare/ shower brainstorming [WE ALL DO IT. ADMIT IT!], Genevieve [5th grade play. long story. instead of being cast in the lead role, i got married to arthur hence guineviere hence genevieve. -sighs- ]

To be cursed

To be blessed

To be imfamous

and yet unknown

Discovered amongst the anonymous

Born from the eternal fading existance

that is reality

and binds me to this mortal earth.

As the light fades and quarrels

with the darkness

and the sky willingly lets them duel,

I witness.

The cycle

The man

The disease

The problem

The mistake

The chaos

The love

and then

I see the picture

Uninterrupted, fluid

the picture painted with a million words

32554901.123 gallons of imagination

painted by your hand.

And the picture speaks

and waits

and eats

and bides its time

so it may once again meet you.

Even if you have not met it

Even if you have not painted it

It is waiting for you

Behind the curtain

Draw the blinds

Through the double bolted iron sealed doors

and the plexiglass frame no one bothered to complete

it waits.

Your picture

Yours only

awaits.

Good Luck, and good night.

-Juliet, the immortal pineapple