How intense is that for someone to endure? That worry/head/worry - NONONO. Even the notion of "being", is divided like a projected beam spent from sunlight origination. Into parts so subtle the creases of pressure fade into the sides; the box becomes one again. A cut out to shape the mould your intensity originated from. All along the dotted line.. reads a name of unfamiliarity, almost illegable.
How can I crush when my heart avoids my eyes? A skulking affair when living in the same passage- there are no stand off in hallways for determination. The confusion stings my skin like goosebumps on a cold night... and your name reads on the sign heading my colloquial bank again - the light flickers in a surge. Don't presume like a financed affair, these feelings aren't barable for some sakes nor are they predictable like the sky. To rise and fall like the tide. Who's face could it be? You, my, the, for want; nemesis.. The ending of the epitome, the weakness flawed into super-submersion. Every face of one, drew teardrops of that into a sprinkle and rained on me like lovehate candy.
The sweetness of sugar softens my crush and I am anything but whole.
I got high on wednesday night, it was so pretty. A boy I met told me he loved the way I dressed - my "style". He had seen me around and admired.. How I loved. Gary was a pretty space cadet at 2am, I walked miss sarah off down the road to two lesbains who had begun their shouting match inside the club (most entertaining for us two sat on the sofa; of course I watched through my fingers), and returned to Gary pestering his friend in a polite high way .. I had to leave him .. in some 4 hours I had to open a kitchen and cook. How that made me sick. Sitting down I shook with caffine/lack of sleep/come down/hangover.. Jo laughed. And now.. an arguement later with an ex...hours of work and anger.
My new cd player has the smallest remote known to man. A verticle cd player.. so sexy.. so panasonic.. hubbala grrrr. My father is the sweetest.
(sigh)
23rd june 2005, 7.30pm
What to go as? Batman I be.... but........ I'm told I'm a loser..
I jus wanted to make miss singer smile... nananananananananananana...... " "" "
Two days before am I high on mushrooms tell me you??
Tell me you're crazy; maybe then I'll understand.
How can I crush when my heart avoids my eyes? A skulking affair when living in the same passage- there are no stand off in hallways for determination. The confusion stings my skin like goosebumps on a cold night... and your name reads on the sign heading my colloquial bank again - the light flickers in a surge. Don't presume like a financed affair, these feelings aren't barable for some sakes nor are they predictable like the sky. To rise and fall like the tide. Who's face could it be? You, my, the, for want; nemesis.. The ending of the epitome, the weakness flawed into super-submersion. Every face of one, drew teardrops of that into a sprinkle and rained on me like lovehate candy.
The sweetness of sugar softens my crush and I am anything but whole.
I got high on wednesday night, it was so pretty. A boy I met told me he loved the way I dressed - my "style". He had seen me around and admired.. How I loved. Gary was a pretty space cadet at 2am, I walked miss sarah off down the road to two lesbains who had begun their shouting match inside the club (most entertaining for us two sat on the sofa; of course I watched through my fingers), and returned to Gary pestering his friend in a polite high way .. I had to leave him .. in some 4 hours I had to open a kitchen and cook. How that made me sick. Sitting down I shook with caffine/lack of sleep/come down/hangover.. Jo laughed. And now.. an arguement later with an ex...hours of work and anger.
My new cd player has the smallest remote known to man. A verticle cd player.. so sexy.. so panasonic.. hubbala grrrr. My father is the sweetest.
(sigh)
23rd june 2005, 7.30pm
What to go as? Batman I be.... but........ I'm told I'm a loser..
I jus wanted to make miss singer smile... nananananananananananana...... " "" "
Two days before am I high on mushrooms tell me you??
Tell me you're crazy; maybe then I'll understand.
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I call him Charlie after a cat that was my mothers that lived for 22 years. We had that cat for the whole time I grew up. He died a couple of years ago but he was black and really sweet.