My name is of no consequence. But if you like, I'll answer to 'Rose'.
:P

Occasional heavy eyeliner. Short hair, comes in variants of the
rainbow.
Now: Red-ish with golden highlights (�cause the red is washing out,
but it looks cool).
A black trench coat, teal velvet suit jacket, or straight jacket is
usually draped around my shoulders. I wear velvet and Pleather pants.


Barebones: I believe that what one does describes them perhaps even
defines them to some extent. So, to spare you another long selfish
ramble (psh. right) this is what I've done...

Suddenly Existed. First word was �Mama�� second was
�flower�, tried eating flowers (because anything as lovely must
taste good) and decided against it, decided to try eating everything
else simply to see what it tasted like, met two boys and became their
best friend and later their brother, learned early on that bunk beds
are more fun with three people (not in that way, pervs XD), been shot
robbing a gun store (oh the irony), shot whiskey with my insane
godfather (even more so), learned all about women from him during one
of his drunken external monologues� (then he remembered I was a
girl), then I learned all about men, did unspeakable things in a
cemetery with a girl I met in one a previous night, lost the ability
to blush somewhere down her shirt..., watched my home burn to ashes
but didn�t cry until five years later, rode out under the
streetlights on my banana bike to meet my brothers and kiss them
goodbye before leaving to catch the plane.

Slept on roofs too many times to count, shouted profanities at the
stars, wondered why they didn�t answer, saw insanity in dead eyes
of an old woman and listened to her drift about the house cursing
people she once loved, didn�t cry when she stopped drifting�
almost refused to wear black, went to public school for the first
time, was told I was ambidextrous and needed to �choose� one if
my handwriting was to improve, the margins on my paper became a
sanctuary for my doodles, introduced myself to the �outcasts�
much like someone would approach an animal liable to spook and
befriended them, lived through the hell that was Middleschool (bit
someone in gym, self defense!), stopped calling myself by my kid name
hoping it would die with the memories.

Woke up one morning and called myself Aurora, kissed a lot of people
I probably shouldn't (and enjoyed it), drank until I saw things I
wished I hadn't (sometimes because of those people), set off
countless car alarms, stuck potatoes in tail pipes, chained myself to
a flagpole, unchained my neighbor from her bedpost (the situation was
due to faulty locks, lack of key and common sense), used duct tape in
every way imaginable, lost myself, found myself again! (then promptly
lost it again), fell in and out of love, realized I was allergic to
gravity, got my heart broken, tried to fix it, failed and decided to
steal someone else�s, tried to logically puzzle my way out, failing
at that... managed to run away, ended up walking back anyway, walked
15 miles in the rain at midnight with a ceramic coffee cup in my hand
to a friend�s house and knocked on his window, wrote on walls (with
spray paint, markers, and blood), chased cars, chased people, hugged
strangers in the mall, went streaking in said mall (and they never
caught me), put bubble bath in public fountains, developed a taste
for tears, blood, sweat, and that stuff they mix with grape juice in
bathtubs, lost my mind in the woods when my ears stopped ringing from
the screaming and watched the fireflies rise to meet the stars, played
tag with my shadow under a full moon, played with knives, danced like
there was no tomorrow, and finally decided to follow the Dr.'s
advice, �Live a fantastic Life�, set myself on fire when there
was nothing left to burn. 

Called myself Phoenix.

I like keeping people on edge. Spontaneity is the spice of life.


Eyeliner!

Any questions? o_O

 Send me intelligible letters, I'll love you forever. ^_^