How to Dye Your Hair Neon Colours 101 by Lizifer, literature
Literature
How to Dye Your Hair Neon Colours 101
How to Dye Your Hair Neon Colours
101
Being someone who has been dying her hair all funky for the last six years, I've gotten all kinds of questions about it. I've had every colour in the rainbow in my hair, literally at the same time so I wager I must be a pro at DIY dying by now. So this is my guide to getting rockin' hair that won't disappear after two or three washes.
Before getting started you will need supplies and a good place to turn into your makeshift salon. Hair dying is potentially a very messy process, especially, if you are doing this for the first time. (I do not recommend doing this somewhere that people (read: parents)
I am the Rock Eater,
Crunch, crunch, crunching away at your misconceptions.
I am the idea on the tip of your tongue.
I am the purity you aspire to.
I will tear you down.
I am the pillar of strength that all humanity draws upon.
I am indestructible, indefinable.
The wind whispers my name.
I am every mother you have ever known.
I am trust and fear.
Femininity incarnate.
I am who you are meant to be.
Do you understand that?
I am the fierceness.
I know who I am and I will not be silenced.
You hear a knock at the door. When you answer, she is standing there, shivering with her long black hair dripping in strands over her face. Without a second thought, you let her in. She tracks mud and water all over your rug but you dry her off and throw her clothes in the dryer. You comb out the tangles in her hair while she sips at the cup of soup you heated in the microwave until it was just right. Once she is dry and some of the colour has returned to her cheeks, you tuck her into bed, where she cocoons herself in a swath of blankets and falls asleep.
The next morning you crack open
"Hello? Who's there? I'm warning you, I've got a bat and I know how to use it." Jakc said as he entered his house. The door was unlocked and that was not the way he had left it. Everything seemed to be where it should be but someone had tracked muddy shoe prints everywhere. He followed them into the kitchen to find a disaster zone. Cubbards were left open and the counter was covered in crumbs. There was still a pot on the stove with water coming to a simmer. He turned it off and proceeded upstairs. His baseball bat was actually a wooden spoon he'd picked up off the table.
He mounted the stairs very carefully. Someone was moving a
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Agatha is led into a larger room with wooden benches lining the walls. This room is filled with Orestes, Keelah and Tigerlilly as well as all of their gear, neatly packed up.
"What's going on?" Orestes asks, looking up. His eyes are keen and his body tense.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Agatha inhales deeply, instantly smelling food. Her stomach rumbles loudly. "They fed you?" She is indignant.
"About half an hour ago." Orestes replies.
As she sits down a tray is brought in and set beside her. She lifts the cover, taking in the savory smell of piping hot stew with a watering mouth and stares at it in astonishment.
"This loo
She is my little angel, more real than
Those that dance on the heads of pins.
But she is a secret. No one knows she
Exists; I keep her locked away in my room.
All night long I whisper my naughty
Little secrets in her ear as her soft, supple
Flesh molds to my form. Bruises form as
I like lick the blood and tears from her serene
Face. She knows how I conduct myself outside
This room.
It seems day by day her lustrous white wings
Droop a little more. They become caked in
Mud until they become an inky black.
All the purity of her plumage is lost from sight.
Feathers drop like autumn leaves and she
Sweeps them under the rug be
How to Dye Your Hair Neon Colours 101 by Lizifer, literature
Literature
How to Dye Your Hair Neon Colours 101
How to Dye Your Hair Neon Colours
101
Being someone who has been dying her hair all funky for the last six years, I've gotten all kinds of questions about it. I've had every colour in the rainbow in my hair, literally at the same time so I wager I must be a pro at DIY dying by now. So this is my guide to getting rockin' hair that won't disappear after two or three washes.
Before getting started you will need supplies and a good place to turn into your makeshift salon. Hair dying is potentially a very messy process, especially, if you are doing this for the first time. (I do not recommend doing this somewhere that people (read: parents)
I am the Rock Eater,
Crunch, crunch, crunching away at your misconceptions.
I am the idea on the tip of your tongue.
I am the purity you aspire to.
I will tear you down.
I am the pillar of strength that all humanity draws upon.
I am indestructible, indefinable.
The wind whispers my name.
I am every mother you have ever known.
I am trust and fear.
Femininity incarnate.
I am who you are meant to be.
Do you understand that?
I am the fierceness.
I know who I am and I will not be silenced.
You hear a knock at the door. When you answer, she is standing there, shivering with her long black hair dripping in strands over her face. Without a second thought, you let her in. She tracks mud and water all over your rug but you dry her off and throw her clothes in the dryer. You comb out the tangles in her hair while she sips at the cup of soup you heated in the microwave until it was just right. Once she is dry and some of the colour has returned to her cheeks, you tuck her into bed, where she cocoons herself in a swath of blankets and falls asleep.
The next morning you crack open
"Hello? Who's there? I'm warning you, I've got a bat and I know how to use it." Jakc said as he entered his house. The door was unlocked and that was not the way he had left it. Everything seemed to be where it should be but someone had tracked muddy shoe prints everywhere. He followed them into the kitchen to find a disaster zone. Cubbards were left open and the counter was covered in crumbs. There was still a pot on the stove with water coming to a simmer. He turned it off and proceeded upstairs. His baseball bat was actually a wooden spoon he'd picked up off the table.
He mounted the stairs very carefully. Someone was moving a
Current Residence: Montreal Favourite genre of music: Punk Rock Favourite photographer: Geoff Cordner Favourite style of art: All Kinds, bro. Operating System: OS X MP3 player of choice: itunes Personal Quote: Can I eat it? How about now?
Hollo!
It's been a while but I figure I should let you know that I have restarted my blog.  I'll be writing about writing as convoluted as that sound.
Here is the link:  http://fivecentnovel.blogspot.ca
Also, I forgot to tell you that I am on twitter now you can follow me at o (https://www.deviantart.com/o)_Blivia !
-Lizifer
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting 'Holy shit…what a ride!'" ~Hunter S. Thompson
It seems like being tired is just par for the course these days. I am working six days a week. Summer has hit the city like wild fire (In some places literally... there are something like 52 forest fires in the province of Quebec currently). So work has become much more demanding. The Grand Prix is coming to Montreal next weekend, so that means all hell breaks loose at work. Should be fun.
What else is new? I re-dyed my hair finally. It's been since February but the rainbow is back at full intensity for the summer. I missed it. To be honest, I feel a lot better knowing I glow in the dark.
I have been itching to write for weeks. I