...I had forgotten the people look at/treat you differently when you have a facial piercing. Or maybe it was the red shoes? Some people take offense to red footwear.
I went to Zippy's and bought an orange bang. For those of you who don't know, an orange bang tastes like orange sherbert. mmm good. I also bought the movie "Heathers"(someone had inspired me
)
For the next eight entries I will be typing lyrics from the album "The Silent Circus"
Lost Perfection
a)Coultrophobia
These hours seem like years...I've been staring at
this wall, wondering when it's going to take all of
our lives. I'm just glad we have jokes. I think way
too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing;
boredom is causing this loss of interest. When will
I awake? Asleep...
This party of four includes three grown adults and
myself. The first adult is very shy and wise enough
to keep the second one away from conversation.
(They're on a mission). Gender is not recognized.
The third adult is a male and talks too much. The
stench of shit is in the air...
The room storms with laughter...four turns to a
hundred and the noise is unbearable. "It's time, you
are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!"
I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell...
I never wanted to wake to this. I have experienced
nothing, yet I feel I'm the only one who has not
done harm. If only I could understand how to
change things...I can't fucking think. The noise is
unbearable. THE noise STOPS.
b)Anablephobia
Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and
cups of gasoline. "Tonight is our death". The clowns
then begin to slash each other...the skies open up;
the flames pour in...the world watched in awe.
MESMERIZED. The population soon follows the
clown's lead. Death is in the air. The three adults
once again start talking...they ask questions of faith
and love. "We shall live past these days, rid of all
we've done." I see what they mean now...but the
wretched smell has overcome...I am gone...THE
BABY BORN WITH THE END OF THE
WORLD...Awake...
The five of us haven't spoken in hours. Sitting alone
to our own thoughts. Only we will know what
strange things boredom has created.
I went to Zippy's and bought an orange bang. For those of you who don't know, an orange bang tastes like orange sherbert. mmm good. I also bought the movie "Heathers"(someone had inspired me
)
For the next eight entries I will be typing lyrics from the album "The Silent Circus"
Lost Perfection
a)Coultrophobia
These hours seem like years...I've been staring at
this wall, wondering when it's going to take all of
our lives. I'm just glad we have jokes. I think way
too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing;
boredom is causing this loss of interest. When will
I awake? Asleep...
This party of four includes three grown adults and
myself. The first adult is very shy and wise enough
to keep the second one away from conversation.
(They're on a mission). Gender is not recognized.
The third adult is a male and talks too much. The
stench of shit is in the air...
The room storms with laughter...four turns to a
hundred and the noise is unbearable. "It's time, you
are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!"
I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell...
I never wanted to wake to this. I have experienced
nothing, yet I feel I'm the only one who has not
done harm. If only I could understand how to
change things...I can't fucking think. The noise is
unbearable. THE noise STOPS.
b)Anablephobia
Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and
cups of gasoline. "Tonight is our death". The clowns
then begin to slash each other...the skies open up;
the flames pour in...the world watched in awe.
MESMERIZED. The population soon follows the
clown's lead. Death is in the air. The three adults
once again start talking...they ask questions of faith
and love. "We shall live past these days, rid of all
we've done." I see what they mean now...but the
wretched smell has overcome...I am gone...THE
BABY BORN WITH THE END OF THE
WORLD...Awake...
The five of us haven't spoken in hours. Sitting alone
to our own thoughts. Only we will know what
strange things boredom has created.
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jezika:
ive managed to keep my black high top chucks for about......7 years now...and as much as i wear them im surpried they are still together. i love my chucks.
err:
Maybe it was the black laces?