How much of a mess am I going to have to make before I can warrant an escape?

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Sound Garden - Black Hole Sun

In my eyes ( Read more... )

When I was young, my folks gave me a Rubik's cube.
It was love at first sight. Imagine a rickkity cube, an eternal puzzel in the palm of your hand.
But before long, I ripped it apart, just to see how it worked. Then I cried for days.

This one, as far as she could tell, would be the big one.
One last swift blow in the chin for naivity.

It promises to be the best, at least. But short-lived, at best.

After this, she would be an adult - factual, objective and real.

At almost-21, they were walking portraits of the death of youth, and all it's foolish splendor.

Also, note to self: Less indulging in langton watercolour paper, more dvds ( Read more... )

Faster faster FASTER. I need things to be faster. More disposable. Just like that.

Anything to get this out of my bones.

Obviously, the universe has a way of prodding at me when I'm flustered. (Just to see me self-combust, I suspect ( Read more... )

OF prescriptions: I think there is nothing more insulting than having a pill tell me how to feel. How not to feel.

So let's be proactive now and get all the recreation we can out of these pharmaceuticals. Oh yarh!