English Summer Rain.
Today is: Jul 3rd, 2009 6:38:11 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Jaunty.
Inspiration: Placebo.
It always stays the same.
For a change. I'm not in the basement, stay the fuck away.
Had my music playing on Random. Isn't strange how a song can mirror your every thought.
Or perhaps its just your subconsious that snuggles the peices together like a childs floor puzzle.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
...
1...2...3
Fuck.
I am tired. Too many things that need my thoughts, or intentions. I would like to whisked off my feet, anytime now, really.
Someday my Prince will come?
Perhaps not.
Someday my bills will be paid.
More likely, yes.
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Joke's on you.
Today is: Jun 23rd, 2009 3:01:53 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Consenting.
Inspiration: Hand Holding. The thing of dreams.
There is something you should know about me. I like to chew hard candies. I do so everytime I get one sucked between my pretty pearly whites...
I had a self revelation today.
I popped a big white mint between my front teeth, and it did something unusual. Instead of splitting nicely down the middle, thusly exposing the delicious chewy center...
It exploded.
There was no delicious center.
Just hard shattered splinters of mintyness filling my mouth with edible shrapnel.
What was my revelation you ask.
That much like the hollow mint, I have no delicious inside. I am cold, white and if you get to personal, I shatter and break into thousands of parts.
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I am a truly horrific person.
I dreamt about running away this morning and reinventing myself as some sort of better person.
Happier person.
With looser morals.
Lord have mercy.
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Lower back pains.
Today is: Jan 7th, 2009 6:38:53 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Desperate
Inspiration: Gold Ink-ings.
So it is exceptionally cold here at my desk this morning. The boiler is struggling to meet our overbearing expectations, and so I am sitting with a space heater wrapped around my legs, and fancy magic mitts on my hands. They are purple.
Life has been somewhat fanciful as of late. With babies, and grown-ups, and this insessant cold.
It hit -1'F on the weekend. I am pretty well thinking that even Siberia would be warmer... I was reading an article today oddly enough about Chernobyl. It made me smile and think of the empty and barreness of it.
To think, that there is a place is this ever expanding world of ours that isn't sought after, and doesn't reek of overpopulation. And the only reason it escapes humanity is because it so heavily radiated.
Nature has moved on however... The grass is green, the wildlife lives happily...
Its as close to peace as this world will see...
...I hear though, you can book guided tours.
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Of Arachides and Arachnides.
Today is: Dec 30th, 2008 7:56:00 pm - Subscribe
Mood: reminiscent.
Inspiration: pale peridot flowers.
Mmm...
It has been so long.
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Poet between the covers.
Today is: Jan 25th, 2007 3:52:21 am - Subscribe
Mood: Narcissistic.
Inspiration: New Wave.
This is poetry, between my thighs.
Life and Creation, Motivation and Sweat.
Can no other feel the Poetry, but Me?
Barrier methods are mine in the taking.
Barrier Methods are mine in the Making.
A three mile barrier between, the lust of one.
And the love of another.
A mile and a half away from culmination.
Too far for me, too far for you.
To close for me, too close for you.
Destination Destiny, fulfillment Despair.
I am in a state of mild bliss, our three week hiatus of sorts, due to ooze and blues, has been removed by one hour long conversation, and the promise of escape.
The logistics of life may not all be perfect, but at minimal...
This would be a smile.
A genuine smile.
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