fractal

Cydonia whisperd to me last night,
Androgynous voice promising me my own satellite

Still restless
And I'm not sure what I would watch...

Any suggestions?
What would you say if that voice promised you?
Would you ask if it was the Sphinx?

no one's picking up the phone
guess it's me and me
and this little masochist
she's ready to confess
all the things that I never thought
that she could feel

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...I need a big loan from a girl zone....

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transmutation

Maybe its just spring fever
Maybe its just too much caffeine
Maybe its just too much

I'm having a hard time sitting...
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Tell me your dreams
Tell me your fears
Tell me yous secrets

Do you think I'll guard them
Keep them
Cherish them
Nurture them?

Tell me your last mastabatory fantasy
Alone in your room
Praying the door won't open

Wrap ourselves in rubber sheets
And scream like suicide

Where did you wake up today?

I would like to fill this entry with deep, meaningful words. Unfortunately I'm flatlining.

Inspire me.

Do that thing you do

I'm cranky. I want to go back to dream-land, crawl away and close my eyes. My body is being torn apart from the inside out, and its mildly uncomfortable. The day is far from over, I just want to drift away.

I guessI'm an underwater thing so I guess I can't take it personally

I feel like I'm living in a lucid dream

I want a three dimensional orgasm

Do you always recognize the reflection?
Or does it sometimes suprise you?

I am Jack's squinting eyes...

So Prom totally kicked ass. I met a fuckload of awesome folks, rode in a limo, good times good times. I'll get pics up soon.

-She's like masturbating with razors
-She smiles only in the dark
-She tastes blood in her mouth
-She.....

In shock about bedtime...
Pillows soaked sweat and tears
Blankets tangled around fear and legs
Pills take over
And it all explodes inside



What was your last thought last night before the dreams took over?

I need redemption
I need salvation

I'll make you cry before you close your eyes

So tired of the wieght of a thousand worlds on my shoulders

A Sunday kind of love...