I didn't get a new job... I had an interview at Borders, but I guess somebody else came along and snatched up the posisition. Oh well, guess I'll have to keep trying.
A fragment or line, or even a begining. This is but another poem, or even another sonnet? Something different from the tangles of my back-combed feathered head. Something rather unlike me, something happy.
I saw them all on the ends of flickered wings.
Pink and purple intermingled inside a broken vein.
Blood, and sweat, and bones, and flesh I saw them smile.
It's dark, I know, but I will write my legacy of love for the beauty of all these Suicide Girls!
Sunday sucks no matter how you spend it. My sister called my dad and ruined a perfectly good day. Seems she no longer wants to talk to me. Well fuck her then! I'm happy on my own down here!
Well here's my new profile pic. It's stylized and kinda cheesy, I think that makes it kewl! I"m getting the hang of Photoshop and hopefully I can make loads more interesting things.
I saw them all on the ends of flickered wings.
Pink and purple intermingled inside a broken vein.
Blood, and sweat, and bones, and flesh I saw them smile.
It's dark, I know, but I will write my legacy of love for the beauty of all these Suicide Girls!
To whoever reads it, tell me what you think?
Anyway, it is, of course, inspired by the characters in Hamlet, but is obviously not Shakespearean by definition as it was written by Stoppard.
You are the first one here to comment on that, though, and thanks for that!!