VOYEUR TURNS TO EXHIBITION, THE FEAR OF MELLOW AND MORE DRINKS...
...since me and T finally ended all of those suicide texts and both broke our cell phones on the same day over uneven tempers...i am feeling quite the mellow becuz this time i thought she was dead and she thought i was buried and so we had no way of communication...she tells me a week later that she was institutionalized...we're friends again and this time i will probably stick with pins and needles to control that sudden urge that she knows too well because i fear that she'll copy me...
...so this week, gain a sudden fit to listen to the Libertines cause i'm feeling the dope of the mind...and days like these i get dehydrated on what to spill to anybody, not because i'm depressed or trying to be boring, just tend to get a little annoyed at having to speak at times...tends to ruin my focus on things i want to write...and sometimes i don't want to have anything nice to say so i waste it away with a thought...
... lately...i fancy being tucked away under sleek covers at night with strange bodies laying next to me...the scent of wild night exposure...the pleasure of leaving each fix like a ghost with no letters, only thoughts that fill my mind up with conversation and leave the tip of my pen getting wet by the moment...
...used to be a voyeur...turned into an exhibitionist...seems to be something curious to both sides while looking into the mirror. Would rather be the chef than the consumer: MAKE ART, NOT LOVE...but i wasn't born a breeder, so i'm not quite sure what that means.
...since me and T finally ended all of those suicide texts and both broke our cell phones on the same day over uneven tempers...i am feeling quite the mellow becuz this time i thought she was dead and she thought i was buried and so we had no way of communication...she tells me a week later that she was institutionalized...we're friends again and this time i will probably stick with pins and needles to control that sudden urge that she knows too well because i fear that she'll copy me...
...so this week, gain a sudden fit to listen to the Libertines cause i'm feeling the dope of the mind...and days like these i get dehydrated on what to spill to anybody, not because i'm depressed or trying to be boring, just tend to get a little annoyed at having to speak at times...tends to ruin my focus on things i want to write...and sometimes i don't want to have anything nice to say so i waste it away with a thought...
... lately...i fancy being tucked away under sleek covers at night with strange bodies laying next to me...the scent of wild night exposure...the pleasure of leaving each fix like a ghost with no letters, only thoughts that fill my mind up with conversation and leave the tip of my pen getting wet by the moment...
...used to be a voyeur...turned into an exhibitionist...seems to be something curious to both sides while looking into the mirror. Would rather be the chef than the consumer: MAKE ART, NOT LOVE...but i wasn't born a breeder, so i'm not quite sure what that means.
