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Alright.
Let's do it.
My name is Angela. Angela James.
I've bitten Maureen when we were 4 years old and for the last 15 years we've been inseparable.
My friends call me Chaos, not just because it sounds cool, but because they've seen the wild whirlwind beneath my tranquil surface.
My heart is a chaotic symphony of raw guitar riffs and soft voices. The Buzzcocks' A different kind of tension' is my anthem for a revolution that's yet to come within myself and society.
I revel in being so myself that people doubt their own identity and creating a better world, one act of kindness at a time.
I thrive on disrupting the status quo, challenging the establishment and questioning everything. Our government? I hate it with a passion. Capitalism? A necessary evil that keeps me working the daily grind, even when I'd rather be hiding below my bed.
I’m the crow that rescues shiny stuff from the jaws of consumerism, gleaming things waiting to be forged into something beautiful. Recycling, to me, is a form of protest. Every possession of mine represents a tiny act of resistance, a refusal to conform.
And sometimes, on those days when the weight of the world feels a bit too heavy, I don't really like myself.
But then, there's Maureen, my Muse, who reminds me that it's okay to be imperfect. Together, we're a whirlwind of energy and want, ready to make the world a better place, one ripped poster and homemade necklace at a time.
