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My name is Channyn Estelle. I am twenty-two years of age and I live in Northeastern Ohio, the realm where misbehaving and most insane weather reigns supreme. My idol is Charlie Chaplin, but others whom I admire include Gary Oldman, Lon Chaney, Gandhi, Henry David Thoreau, Robert Smith, Martin Gore, John Lennon, and Lord Byron. Yes, my role models are all men. So many women criticize men for being solely focused on carnal lust and sports. Granted, some are. But men have also done much to change our world for the better, and I offer them my respect and gratitude. Having said that, I must say that I am still quite pleased I am female. I love old films. I love silent films. Charlie Chaplin is the most magnificent individual I have ever laid eyes on, and was certainly one of the few most gifted individuals in film. I have adored him since I was a young girl. Of course I love Keaton and Lloyd as well (Lloyd, especially), but Charlie was a real artist, and he will always mean something special to me, something no one else will ever be able to. My tastes are eclectic. My favorite band has been and always will be The Cure. I enjoy reading Gothic Romances and anything from the Romantic Era. I thoroughly enjoy reading and writing and playing the piano. I love Star Trek (I'm not embarrassed to admit that I'm a trekkie), Spongebob Squarepants, Lost, and South Park. I've yet to go to college and I'm in constant debate with myself over what I should make of my life, but I have my interests that I may decide to pursue further someday soon. I light candles and incense nearly every night. I never limit myself to one way of being. I am a devout Catholic, but I also refuse to push my beliefs on anyone. I love stormy and cold weather and I love going to good concerts. I feel reborn when I find something new that I come to love. I suffer from manic depression (specifically, I have episodes of hypomania) and severe clinical depression and I can be somewhat moody and difficult, and my illness practically destroyed my childhood, my adolescence, and my school and social lives, but for the past year I have been coping very well and I am almost to the point where I can accept that there may possibly be a light at the end of a previously never-ending tunnel, even though I cannot see the light's full countenance as of now. Please email me or comment if you'd like to talk.



I find my mind necessitates spontaneity and developmental growth. This may be acquired through moving phrases and wintry sunlight. I seek it not for luxury but for visionary truth, a somewhat judicial frame of imagery. I become weary from that uncomfortably commonplace process grinding at such a sermon ecstatic in indescribable fear, impatient in its exclamation, anxious for its search of a fresh theme to fabricate so that perhaps, with such finesse, I may be loved. "Treat this weariness," I spoke through grace. "Mend with a screaming shawl cautiously woven with the sweetest and most docile embedded within its boundless memory. Love shall then persist to find thee through an enamorous veil of extraordinary shade and rhythmic fashion. Cease to express, you shall regretfully bear the gorgeous remorse of lightless constancy. Nay, lick thy flame with second breath and find me there and love me as I you."





















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