Hello Me.

As you’re writing this, you are a super broke goth chick with brains and a heart of gold. Regardless of what is being thrown at you, you always turn out fine. You’re a fighter and all the fights are worth the battle. You will win the war and get out of this jail of poverty and be enlightened with what you need to move forward in this beautiful world. You are a moon child. Lover of the night. You are a dark rose waiting to blossom through the feet of snow. Even though, it keeps coming down heavy, wet, and cold. You know you’ll make it. You are a lovely creepy darling. You will have a successful blog and channel, successful music career, successful business… why? Because you can! You have the strength of a thousand men and even though you are reading these words right now with tears pouring down your porcelain face… you know deep inside it will be alright.


– Me.

Dear Nosy


Dear Nosy Sir or Madame,

It has come to my attention that you have moved into my life. Even though, I have no idea who you are, you seem to know my life story from A to Z. Good sir or madame, which bills of mine will you take over? Since you want to be so wrapped up into my life – you surely must pay your share of the bills.


I thank you for informing me about me. I never knew many of those things about myself.


– Mercy Desdemona

Dear TSA


Dear TSA,

I think you have been mistaken. I think you got your job mixed up with prostitution. Is it really a must? To sexually harass your passengers? With all your fondling, groping, and tugging – America is very nuts! I’ve seen news stories about you. Checked my sources two times over, all the times you’ve asked someone to bend over!

You make people feel far below you, try to dictate how women should dress, you aren’t my boss Mr. TSA, and I don’t have live by your standards. America was once so lovely, now so fear stricken. But, Mr. TSA you don’t scare me. Because my flight is on a delay. You seem to enjoy having your fingers up someone’s bum! I wish you’d take that metal scanner stick and shove it up your ass!

There is security measures and then there’s down right “What the hell are you doing?! This isn’t security! I shouldn’t have to strip down in front of everyone to get on a damn flight to the Bahamas! You didn’t even take me out to dinner first! Hell! You didn’t even get me a drink!” security.

Dear TSA,

I hope one day your job will decay and we can go back to being human. Nature forbid, if someone shall burp it must mean they have an explosive under their tongue! I hope you take an aircraft up your bum!


– Mercy

Dear Racists


Dear Racists,

I don’t comprehend the way your brain works. You usually start out by saying “Heh, I’m not racist, but all [black/white/hispanic/ ]people are.” That’s just a foolish thing to say. Don’t judge a race by it’s extremists. I feel bad for extremists to be brought up in such a hateful environment! The world only goes by the color of people’s skin because we are taught to be superior over each other instead of realizing we are all flesh and blood. Character is what matters. There are racists in ALL races. A lot of people say it’s more prominent in the white category – but I say it’s in all!

Racism is taught to us to keep us divided and conquered. Instead of cherishing the fact we can all get a long if we weren’t brainwashed to be some hateful being. But a united nation is a frightening thing to those in the governmental system. We are human beings – we should act like it! We’ve come a long way from caves and trees. We claim to be “civilized” but we’re not. We’re monsters to our own self.

So Dear Racists,

Why do you exactly judge someone by their tone of flesh because of someone else’s hate crime?


– Mercy