I'm slowly sinking into...........god knows what to be quite honest. I'm on a downward loop after the high of last weekend
This time last week I was getting packed and looking forward to my weekend in London with tantra666 and meeting up with Anaphalaxis and bateman. This weekend I have uh, nothing to look forward to on those scales. I hate the comedown after a good time. I also hate realising that my debt situation is worse than I first thought. I really need money and I'm just not finding anyone flexible enough to help me get some
Depression reigns today
and it sucks
So come on, do something to cheer me up, buy me something (no, wait I'm not that shallow - needy yes, shallow no
), tell me funny stories, tell me how much you love me, just make me happy like my profile pic shows and not how I'm actually feeling right now.
To compound it all, the monsters have given me their cold, so that's not helping either
Think I'll get drunk tonight.........
Smooches
Michelle xx
The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow
Put the audience in action
Let the slaughtered take a bow
The old man's words, white hot knives
Slicing through warm butter
The butter is the heart
The rancid peeling soul
Scratch pictures on asylum walls
Broken nails and matchsticks
hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic
RED FIX
One man's poison another man's meat
One man's agony another man's treat
Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose
Eyes black with pain,
Limbs in cramps contorted
The theatre and its double
The void and the aborted
THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES


Depression reigns today


So come on, do something to cheer me up, buy me something (no, wait I'm not that shallow - needy yes, shallow no

To compound it all, the monsters have given me their cold, so that's not helping either

Think I'll get drunk tonight.........
Smooches
Michelle xx
The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow
Put the audience in action
Let the slaughtered take a bow
The old man's words, white hot knives
Slicing through warm butter
The butter is the heart
The rancid peeling soul
Scratch pictures on asylum walls
Broken nails and matchsticks
hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic
RED FIX
One man's poison another man's meat
One man's agony another man's treat
Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose
Eyes black with pain,
Limbs in cramps contorted
The theatre and its double
The void and the aborted
THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES
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Well, at least you're trying with the jobs, if they can't see that you're just the best person for a job then they must be seriously lacking in brains. Just tell 'em I'll be after them if they don't offer you a job
You have a great nite, hope you manage to have another lie in tomorrow. Sunday's are about relaxing and chilling so you go for it! Billions of
~Me xx