jetta

If I could detatch my mouth and throw it away I would. There is no longer need for use of such an ornament, other than the devise of mocking my face.
Words find no feet to stand and heart left empty from tears unshed.
Ungulating mass;
Flesh contorts in agony to scream and lash out with bitter haterid for people as a whole as unich.
Their is little motive intended here, even less actuall ability to communicate. All I know is what Iam stowing away within;
This muffeld disaster... waiting to mannifest.

More from the pessimist.....
Those of you who have seen or met me know I rarely talkand keep away.
But things often change so sit the fuck down and learn what I have to say...
love, jetta