The oppressing ebony night falls hard on this haven of creeks and rivers. Agony groans the right foot as it lifts pulling the weight of every root that cradled life out of every memorable grain of dirt. Anger it hounds as it effortlessly falls to the ground sinking laughter into laughter, adoration to contempt. Apathy whispered the left foot as it ( Read more... )

I tried to write something substantial but all I really have to say is... I partied like a rock star.It was fucking amazing and the whole weekend only cost me about $5 and god knows how many brain cells.

I started my painting classes today. just a few little old ladies and myself... it's awesome. They even liked my piercings and went on to talk about getting piercings in the nether reagions. And there's nothing that wakes you up like a woman on oxygen talking about how she doesn't care what men take her body as long as they keep their hands off ( Read more... )

I wish I was a zombie. All day long just "Itchy, tasty" and thats all I got to worry about... gettin my itch scratched and eatting people. I feel wrong and apologetic yet blameless. I don't think I have any more disguises to hide behind that you wouldn't already recognize except if perhaps I came as myself. Simple yet unexpected. Who to say there's ( Read more... )

At this time, the night before mothers day I push forth emotions through grimy pipes. Nothing seems to flow from me as in nights of pure innocence that filtered pristine thoughts of not youth which still occurs but merely heaven. The source. No more twice sifted thoughts but pick about this splattered mess. Taste and tear bits that seem rational ( Read more... )

Nothing endures my presence. I'm loosing track of the memos imbedded into my skin. Infections, healed over with safety pins. I'm never going to be the nuturing mother until I live in a world we're destruction is beauty and brokens just a word for change. I'm surrounded by dead things, dead wood. Moving, thinking deadness. And in all this I wonder ( Read more... )

How many chimes whisper in wind word what to say. How many fleeting suggestions can I blend before dissonance. It's almost depressing how like I can be to whatever you want... no matter what you want, even if you don't know you want it. I can read your favorite ice cream just by looking at your face. I know your flavor cause it still lingers on ( Read more... )

I want ( Read more... )

Behold me the jackass. I am the fool of puddy and mud and master of dirty shapeshifting, face changing. I'll keep wearing the masks if you keep making them mister master mask maker. Use iron paint to bring a smile to this face that desperately wishes to frown. These skewed lips that want to speak the truth that always changes two seconds before ( Read more... )

How many times do I have to pretend I can't hear before people start listening to me. It's always that moment that hits you when you look around and the people around you are faceless trees in the nameless forest. Nobody knows how I work. It came to trivia and I got blank stares. What am I besides Jessica. I'm whatever part you got to know of ( Read more... )