finally the storm is making sense & I'm crawling thru blue-lit hallways of madness wearing some bubble-gum coat of insanity, my mind's eye red & clouded from crying in mirrors--
--that are mocking me in that typical fuck-me fashion
tongues extended
jokers & gypsies
pacifist
goof-monkeys &
I still think they are ready to--
fuck fuck
shitty pipe-dreams
are nitemares that never end.
all those everythings were
nothings but seasons
to remember and lites
that never stayed on &
I...uh...just start backing up
away from my eyes.
--that are mocking me in that typical fuck-me fashion
tongues extended
jokers & gypsies
pacifist
goof-monkeys &
I still think they are ready to--
fuck fuck
shitty pipe-dreams
are nitemares that never end.
all those everythings were
nothings but seasons
to remember and lites
that never stayed on &
I...uh...just start backing up
away from my eyes.
everyone is earning my scorn today...stupid people..grr..
do you not like 16 candles? it is not a favorite? how is this possible?
and how is it you posted in my journal, and yet you are not online talking to me...what the fuck?