Art Corner Part 2!!!!

These are two paintings I have done. They are self portraits. The first is oil on canvas, the second is a black and white paper cutout artwork. I’m quite brilliant at art, as you can see.

APPARENTLY

Apparently there is some doubt as to whom I am. I am Kailie Flynn, beautiful woman. I am an American-Canadian and proud of it. I love cats and TGO. Spike, my ex-boyfriend, is a dick. Maybe KrysTIT (hahahahahahahahaha) would like him, but I sure don’t. Also he’s in jail all of a sudden. Something about sexually soliciting minors. That SUCKS but he’s a dick. Plus, also, he cries when he cums. It’s creepy, although also a bit of a turn-on. I bet TGO does the same thing. He seems like such a sensitive guy.

Art Corner!!!

Time for me to unleash my inner Picasso!! Here’s a little story I wrote about my alter ego Uniqua! Here goes! Please comment! Next up, self portraits!

Unleash Your Demons

My name is Uniqua. I am fifteen years old. My Father works for the government, therefore we’re always moving across US to different places. All of them were identical in the sense that I was always the new girl. I was always the loser. I was always the outcast. And everyone always picked on me. It was entirely inevitable. I suppose my short ebony hair, black eyes, morbid makeup, and dark ways of talking and thinking about things didn’t help matters, either. But I wasn’t going to dye my hair red and start talking about cheerleading so everyone would ‘like’ me, either.

Unfortunately for me, I was forced to attend private schools. ((My Mother wouldn’t hear of me attending a ‘lowlife’ public school.)) I wouldn’t give a damn, normally, but the fellow students were always extremely vexing in private schools. Not just that the girls talked about clothes and boys, and the boys talked about sports and girls, but that there was always an easily identifiable, sacred gang of The Bad Guys. Once more, I wouldn’t give two shits about a bunch of idiots who called themselves The Bad Guys, but here’s the thing — I was always the target.

I always got my lunch stolen. My backpack swiped. My new, freshly ironed school uniform ripped or smeared with dirt. ((I always hoped it was dirt, anyway.))

But this time would be different.

This time, I wasn’t going to be anyone’s target.

Rather, they would be mine.

It was the first Monday in the month of April. School would be out for the Summer soon, but I was just starting here … Nobles’s Prittchard, it was called. The ‘best’ school in town, if you were a rich snot.

Prittchard wasn’t any different from all the schools I had attended in my life. Same little cliques, same unfriendly atmosphere, same odd glances I received.

Everything was uneventful until lunch. All my fellow eleventh graders ran outside or to the cafeteria, eager to escape from the drone of the teachers, if only for an hour. I walked outside to eat my sandwich in peace, over at the east side of the schoolyard, under a huge maple tree. I looked around myself cautiously, making sure no one was nearby, ((I hated listening to the bitches gossip about ‘Did you see what so and so was wearing?!’,)) And then sat beneath the tree on the grass, unwrapping the cellophane from my baloney sandwich. I was quite enjoying the sandwich, actually, and didn’t notice something was off about my surroundings at first. I had taken my fifth bite when I felt a shadow fall across myself.

I slowly looked up at the figure partially blocking the sun, using my free hand to shield my eyes. It was Sapphiro. The extreme jock. The perfectly ironed school uniform. The perfectly styled auburn hair, slicked back from his face. The leader of The Bad Guys. He opened his mouth and spoke words.

‘So … You’re the new bitch?’ He said, sneering at me. Normally I would have got up and tried to run away, or ducked my head down and mumbled an apology. ((For nothing.))

Not this time.

I finished eating my sandwich, taking my time about it. I rolled the cellophane into a neat little ball, and then tossed it into my backpack next to me. I chewed my mouthful of baloney and swallowed, then I looked up at him, my face completely blank, devoid of all emotion. He seemed a bit put off at my reaction, or, rather, my lack of reaction, but that didn’t stop him for long. ‘What’s the matter, noobie? Can’t you talk, you stupid little retard?’ He asked, as he chuckled to himself. I still did not respond, just stared at him blankly, planning my next move out in my mind. We stared at each other in silence for perhaps a minute, each waiting for the other to say something. Finally I spoke, but in a monotone sort of voice.

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m … The new one.’

Sapphiro stared at me for another moment, unsure of what to do about my response. ‘Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I said.’ He narrowed his eyes past me, looking at my backpack. ‘Since you’re trying to act like a big shot, give me your fucking backpack.’ I nodded, as if I thought this was a good idea. I enjoyed the shocked look on his face before turning to my right and picking up the backpack in my hand slowly, then standing up to face him.

‘You want my backpack?’ I asked, still speaking in a monotone dialogue. I held it out slightly.

Sapphiro blinked, a look flashed across his face. Fear? Confusion? I wasn’t sure. Either way, my plan was working fine so far. ‘Uh, yeah, that’s what I said. Give it here, you freak.’ I nodded. ‘Alright …’ I said. ‘You want it? Then you’re going to have to take it from me.’ I no longer spoke in a monotone fashion, instead, I spoke the words slowly and carefully, in a low voice, as if he was an extreme imbecile. ((Which he was, come to think of it.)) Sapphiro snickered, no longer afraid or confused. He believed I was just putting on a show, and Sapphiro wasn’t waived by shows. ‘Alright …’ He said, mocking my low, calm tones. ‘I’ll take it from you, then.’

He shot his hand out suddenly towards my backpack, attempting to snatch it from me. He surprised me. He was fast. But not fast enough.

I swung the backpack up past his hand, about eight feet in the air. It fell back towards the ground, and then stopped abruptly as the strap caught onto a branch of the maple tree above us. We both kept our eyes on it as it swung back and forth slowly from the tree, then lowered our eyes to each other’s faces in unison.

I looked into his eyes and smirked ever so slightly. ‘Oh … Did you want that?’ I asked with feigned innocence.

Sapphiro growled slightly under his breath. ‘Why, you little fuck.’ He said, and took a step towards me. ‘I was going to let you off with a warning. But you know what?’ He brought his face close to mine. I could smell his sour breath as he glared into my eyes. ‘I’m not going to play nice with you anymore.’

I merely smiled into his eyes, unafraid. ‘That’s good …’ I said calmly. ‘I wasn’t planning on playing nice, either.’ Without another pause, I launched myself into a back flip, landing on my feet approximately five feet away, facing him. I raised my hands out to my sides, holding them stiffly, in a kung fu fashion. ‘You want a fight?’ I asked, my eyes shining slightly, unreadable.

Sapphiro stared at me, his expression a mixture of confusion and hate. ‘Stop stalling, you little whore.’ He growled. ‘Of course I want a fight. I want to fucking tear you limb from limb.’ I moved my eyes slightly to the side, looking at the number of students gathering around us. A murmur rippled through the growing crowd. They were obviously wondering what was going to happen next. I moved my eyes back to Sapphiro, who was waiting for my reply. I grinned at him, still standing in my previous kung fu pose. ‘You want a fight?’ I repeated. ‘Then you’re going to get the fight of your goddamned life.’

At my bravado, an appreciative ripple went through the crowd.

Sapphiro was tired of waiting around. He ran at me, full tilt. His right hand was balled into a fist, aiming for my face. I moved swiftly to the left of his oncoming fist, making it look easy. Sapphiro ran a few more paces, tripping slightly over his own feet. This only made him angrier. He cursed and swore, then spun on his heel and ran towards me again, swinging both of his fists, reminding me of an ape I saw at the zoo once … The only difference was the perfectly styled auburn hair.

The sad thing was, he lumbered at me so slowly, I actually had time to think about how much he reminded me of that ape. I didn’t move until his swinging fists were about an inch from my face, and I ducked to the right this time, out of his reach once more. Sapphiro tripped in the same way again past me, stumbling slightly. He practically screamed in frustration. ‘Jesus, you little fucking bitch, stop fucking ducking, and get fighting!’

The crowd backed up a little, murmuring in apprehension.

I tilted my head to the side slightly, acting amusedly confused. Without further ado, I did another flip into the air, landing directly in front of him this time. I moved my left hand swiftly to the side of his neck, striking full force, then I moved my right arm up and over my head, judo chopping his right shoulder. Sapphiro let out a stifled cry of pain. But I wasn’t finished yet.

I turned and ran in the opposite direction.

I’m sure everyone thought I was high tailing it outta there, but I was far from backing out of this fight. I ran at the maple tree as fast as I possibly could. As I approached it, I kept running, propelling myself up the side of the tree. I pushed myself away from the tree trunk and launched myself into the air. I flipped once, airborne, then landed on my feet behind Sapphiro, who was still hunched over slightly in pain. I spun once in the air, kicking him in the ass with my right foot as I bounced several feet off the ground. He fell onto his face in the dirt, yelling out in pain. ‘Goddamnit!’ He cried, lying there a few seconds. After a moment, he rolled over and onto his feet, then spat onto the ground at the crowd’s feet, blood flying from a cut on his bottom lip.

I moved my feet apart, taking another kung fu pose, this time one of mockery. I raised my left hand to him, motioning him towards me, as if to say, ‘Bring it.’

He brought it.

He was going to fail miserably, but I still admired his bravery. He galloped towards me once again, aiming his right fist at my gut. As he approached me, I held out my own right hand to his. Grasping his fist in my palm, I rotated my arm, and he flew through the air. He yelled randomly as he sailed through the air, finally hitting the maple tree and sliding down the base of it, landing in a crumpled heap on the ground. I smiled, proud of myself. I stood up straighter, bringing my feet together. I held my hands in front of myself in a praying motion, then bowed stiffly at the waist. I straightened up again and stalked over to him.

I crouched by his side, smiling down at him. ‘Let’s see, Sapphiro …’ I said in a low voice. ‘Do you want to have another go?’ Sapphiro pushed himself up slightly from the grass. He looked up at me, and I could see fear in his blue eyes. ‘What the hell are you?’ I continued to smile at him. ‘You didn’t answer my question, Sapphiro.’

Sapphiro managed a weak laugh, wiping his bloody mouth with the back of his hand. ‘So I can get my ass kicked by a girl again? Possibly kill me? You know the answer. Or are you actually that fucking stupid, you bitch?’ I reached down and grabbed a handful of his auburn hair in my right hand, pulling his head backwards, so he was forced to face me. ‘Did you just call me a bitch? Again …? Hmm?’ I looked menacingly into his eyes.

He looked into my dark, angry eyes and swallowed. ‘I … Didn’t call you anything …’ He muttered, looking away from me. I let go of his hair and smiled again. ‘Good. And I would suggest you leave me … And everyone else you terrorize alone, Sapphiro … Because if you lay a hand on anyone … Ever again … I will find you. And next time you won’t get off as easily as you did today.’ I patted his head. Then I leaped up into the air, grabbing ahold of a sturdy tree branch with my right hand, hanging in the air for a moment. I reached over to the next branch with my left hand, grabbing my hanging, still swinging backpack, then I let go of the tree and fell to the ground, landing in a crouching position on the grass. I straightened up, brushed my school girl uniform off briskly, then placed my backpack over my right shoulder. I stalked through the crowd. They parted hastily, getting the hell out of my way. I looked at them all one by one as I passed, my face emotionless once more, as I exited the school yard and made my way home.

I think I deserved to be let off from school early, don’t you?

Constructive criticism only, please!

Perfection: The Ending Of

Railway Spike

An angry thought

spills angry words

tormenting me

for all time.

I’m having a lot of issues with Spike. He’s just not returning my IMs anymore. And I KNOW you can see them. You’re obviously online. I’m not stupid you know. My IQ is FAR above yours(mine is 168).
I just don’t know what his deal is, so I called his mom’s house and told her to tell him that I didn’t want to talk to him for at least a week. Guess what? She didn’t know who I was! She said he had, get this, A FIANCE!!! Who is at least ten years older than me! And then she asked if we’ve had sex. As if! Only one blowjob in a Toronto airport, which is how we met. She said she can’t understand why a thirty year old would want to have sex with a sixteen year old and I told her she was mistaken. Spike is only 19 and blowjobs aren’t sex. She’s not very smart, I’ll tell you that right now. And then she started crying saying she had a lot of things to think about. I told her not to strain herself and she asked who I thought I was. I told her, I said “I’m Kailie Flynn.” and she said “Can I speak to your parents?” and I said “No, they have a strict IQ policy.” Quite a clever slam, I must say. Well then I hung up. I’ll call her tomorrow and we can talk more.

Poor Spike. It must be awful to be forced into wedlock.

Truly brilliant

Hello. My name is Kailie Flynn. As the smarter of the readers may have guessed, my name is based on my IQ. My IQ is 168. That makes me truly brilliant. So don’t think otherwise. And don’t act like I’m otherwise. I am smart. I don’t need you. I don’t need your validation.

Having said that.

I am really a nice person. I have a lot of friends. I have two cats named Gallileo and Oedipus. (if you don’t know where I get those names from, stop reading. It gets a lot harder than that.) I live in an undisclosed location, but I will say it is very full of flora and fauna. I am a nature lover. My favorite movies is XXX and XXX 2: State of the Union. I am only 16 years old, but I am taking college level classes through my computer. I am home schooled, and always have been. I can’t stand other children my age; they are so nieve. I am very perceptive and intelligent (as I’m sure you’ve guessed). This blog will be for me to organize and explain my deepest thoughts and ideas and theories, possibly some poetry. Most of my posts, I don’t expect you to understand. It’s not, I repeat NOT an online diary. I have one in book form and I don’t intend to spill my emotional guts all over the chatroom floor. As you can see, I’m very witty. If you would like to be my friend, comment. If you are stupid, however, I won’t talk to you. That’s just who I am.

Well, that’s all for now. I hope this has been as enriching for you as it has been for me.

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