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About Me
- About kikotia
- Biography
- An aspiring artist, looking forward to a life of crime once she acquires a sonic screwdriver, Chloe Rasachi enjoys long walks on the beach, writing poetry, posting in her blog, making web comics, attending university, and poking dead things with sticks; but fear not. This seemingly dark, quiet girl has quite the wild side. She has a habit of getting into trouble but slipping out of the hands of those who find her there. Her knowledge of the English language is average, but she uses more than words to express herself.
- Location
- Celaris
- Interests
- Browsing the web, creative biology, theoretical music, growing spider plants and grapefruit trees, eating tomatos, and colouring outside the lines.
- Occupation
- Student, Liberal Arts
Blog
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Latest Blog Entry
Posted 03-06-2010 at 12:52 AM by kikotia
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Emma Marie Colt, an average lass of eighteen years, with bottle green eyes and hair like fire.
Who is she you might ask? She's the girl who knows everything about nothing comes the reply.
Why is it that this girl among the hundreds you see every day catches your eye? Is it her abnormally red hair? Is it her unusual clothes? It's neither. It's her big green eyes that appear to look straight into your soul when she glances at you from her seat on the subway. It's the way that she has an aura of loss surrounding her, even when she decides to show her bright smile. It's the way that when she looks away from you, you feel like you can breathe again, free of her crippling gaze.
(Just a random thought off the top of my head... thoughts? comments? should I continue?)
Who is she you might ask? She's the girl who knows everything about nothing comes the reply.
Why is it that this girl among the hundreds you see every day catches your eye? Is it her abnormally red hair? Is it her unusual clothes? It's neither. It's her big green eyes that appear to look straight into your soul when she glances at you from her seat on the subway. It's the way that she has an aura of loss surrounding her, even when she decides to show her bright smile. It's the way that when she looks away from you, you feel like you can breathe again, free of her crippling gaze.
(Just a random thought off the top of my head... thoughts? comments? should I continue?)