I loved myself properly a little bit ago. No one else is going to stroke me like that, girlie-girl style. Grrrrr...Let me tell you, I'm one hot mama when I'm sexing myself up. I did the whole scene with wine and candles and lemongrass incense and Cat Power on the stereo. Reacquaint myself with a soft touch. It's been a long time since I've been touched so lovingly. I am falling in love with myself. I never even understood what that meant before.
Here. I wrote a poem. It's about God:
Send me a sign. A signal. Anything.
Give me an arrow, a psychic lightbulb, or a decoder ring.
Say no, damnit. Just say something.
I'm not looking for easy answers,
a backstage pass to eternity or a cure for cancer.
Don't want validation
or coronation
(or auto-erotic strangulation).
I just want to feel worlds I can not see
or find pockets of contentment
that always have eluded me.
Here. I wrote a poem. It's about God:
Send me a sign. A signal. Anything.
Give me an arrow, a psychic lightbulb, or a decoder ring.
Say no, damnit. Just say something.
I'm not looking for easy answers,
a backstage pass to eternity or a cure for cancer.
Don't want validation
or coronation
(or auto-erotic strangulation).
I just want to feel worlds I can not see
or find pockets of contentment
that always have eluded me.
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claudia:
oddly enough, i was having lewd daydreams while listening to cat power today as well. i think that means we're meant for each other.
gimmesatisfaction:
I think you're right, Claudia.