kickinglovers

There's that cracking sound again. My head on the floor as your foot rests upon it. It hurt that time.
That shattering piece of my heart breaking into moments.
The resonating illumination of hypocracy swirls my blood into a fury of disbelief.
Blending love into colour, I'm choking on my own vomit with blood stained fingernails digging into my skin.
Oh to ache.. To need. There is no fury without fire and I am on fire. Where is my fury?


I'm reading my comic with a hunger - I stop.. because I know it will be over in five minutes if I don't pace myself. Dear lady. It is as good if not better than the rest.. I forgot how I do adore this comic.. I'm hungry for the other 11 now. Thank you. And as inappropriate as it is. I love you. I thought it today. So I'm going to say it. Sorry.




I was given one large mexican mushroom on saturday. Taken to a beach. I was expecting it not to work... The outcome was the funniest day I have had for quite a while. Gypsies were dancing around several trees (this was actually happening).. up on the grass above the beach. It is very difficult to cope with when off your face and the surrealist of experiences happen. We saw the cutest of boho children.. the were trailing their bucket and spades along.. wearing simply cute clothes.. long haired boys of 3 and 5.. wearing nike dunlo (im not sure what they are called)... There was a girl and her dog.. but she had two balls. It was most confusing. the strangest of people were out.. but we had fun. Some of it recorded on my dictaphone.


I don't feel boho.. I just feel like a mess.