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What is and what should never be.

Over the hills and far away.

This journal may contain adult concepts.

Created on 2008-02-07 01:50:26 (#14890108), last updated 2008-11-14

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Name:	The Midnight Rambler

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She's still alive, but I am sure, that all the stars belong to her; on California king sized beds -she's wrapped in rags inside my head.

My name is unimportant, my name means nothing. You've seen it spelled out in dirt and filth on Santa Monica Boulevard, you've heard it whispered from the pining sigh of a woman who has felt my skin upon hers. My name has seen the underside of your boot an has licked the silver spoon, my name has lived on shit stained streets and spent nights in the wealthiest woman's bedchamber. My name has fucked it's way through half of Los Angelas, and I've been on a roll ever since my name left Texas. My name is Shane McCutcheon, pleased to meet your acquaintance.

You cannot see the world the way I see it. You have not looked through my eyes, you have not penetrated that metaphorical window into my reality. You can judge me, you can label me -you can fucking lynch me. But do not think, that for one moment, you understand me. I would never wish you to walk a mile in my shoes, they're uncomfortable. I would never ask you to try and figure out the details of my mind -in fact, I'd rather you didn't. I will never request that you try and look past, look beyond, the mask I wear. I do not want you to penetrate my soul, these are my secrets. These are mine, they are not, and never will be, yours to understand. To revel in, whisper about. I prefer my name to remain one that is screamed from you in a moment of euphoria, or muttered in dismay. Please spare me philosophical conversations about my past, my present and my personality. Please do not pick at my motives and reactions, do not try and infiltrate the barrier which I erect and shield myself with.

Leave me the fuck alone, please. This more for your benefit than my own. I will twist you, I will hurt you. I will break your heart without even trying. It's not intentional, it's not personal...it's just in my nature, as I've often been reminded. And if you read, you'll judge. So I ask you this one favor...I'm not asking you to forgive my sins, but I would appreciate your mercy.

No one is perfect.

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I want something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live.

My name is Sasha, and my actual personal journal is

mypet_virus. This is my journal dedicated to drabbles, fics, and what-have-yous all in the character Shane McCutcheon from Showtimes 'The L Word'.

These are told mainly from Shane's perspective. These are her thoughts, feelings, views and murmurings of her subconscious -in all its intricate, bizarre and complex eclectic glory.

If I catch ANYONE, and I seriously mean ANYONE, stealing my writing and passing it off as theirs, I will unleash my mob of angry butch friends on your ass, and you'll be beaten to a bloody rainbow pulp before you can say "pass me those boxer-briefs." Aside from that, thank you!
My saintly, patient beta and editor is

be_realized
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