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My name is TIFFANY. I am a Minister with the Church of Body Modification, a member of the Stay Classy Suspension Team, a Licensed Private Investigator #24291, a Commissioned Notary Public, and an amateur photographer.
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- 1" Lobes (bottom hole)
- 4g Lobe (second hole)
- 14g Bridge Piercing
- 12g Septum Piercing
- 16g Philtrum Piercing
- 6g Labret/Lower Lip Piercing
- 14g NIpple Piercings
- Full color butterfly, left forearm
- Blackwork Butterfly, right forearm
- Blackwork Crop Circles, left calf
- Infinity Symbol, back of neck
- Squares Inside of Squares, right calf
- (dates coming soon)
3/9/2003 | 0 comments
Somewhere in the darkness, I heard someone call my name. It wasn't the name my parents gave me when I was born to this place so many call Earth. It was something else, something more meaningful. Something from long ago. I see that "Someone" who calls my name occasionally in my rearview mirror while I drive, or in the middle of the night when I get up and go to the bathroom. Who are you "Someone"? Where do I know you from, and why do I know you so well?
I see the world in shades of gray, but as you peer into my rearview mirror, I see your clothes are red like blood. Your clothes move like water, flowing around the formless rigidity that could only be your etheral body.
Run with me in the fields that are not here, in this place, where I answer to the name that my parents gave me when I was born into this place so many call Earth. Where is that place where we played as children, where you whispered into my ear "you don't belong there, but neither do I"? Where were we when you told me not to worry? Why can't I see you if I turn around and look into my back seat while I drive?
Late at night, when I crawl back into bed after going to the bathroom, I hear you creaping around in the darkness. I hear the liquid red robes brushing against the shoes at the foot of my bed. I hear your soft breathing. I hear the cosmic tear carve its way across your lovely face, and fall with a soft "drip" into the liquid that is your clothes. And then I hear you no more.
What does it all mean?
3/8/2003 | 0 comments
While I sleep, I hear a faint drum beating in the distance. It seems like some cosmic heartbeat, each duuuuuummmmm resonating through a collective body shared by us all. Some live with consentual silence, turning their back on the unreal beat. It beats on my flesh, pierces it, and brings my body into the collective. We are modded. We are One.
3/7/2003 | 1 comments
Today feels more real than some days in the past. It feels so real, it feels unreal. I wrote some weird poetry type thing about my spirit guide on my IAM page. I made it sound more cryptic than I meant to, but it serves my purpose. I was tired of the randomness that was on my page. Now, there is something personal, something about my life as a practicing Shaman. I wonder if anyone gets it...
3/7/2003 | 0 comments
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