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November 4th, 2005
09:21 pm - the epiphany of all irregularities
tonight im feeling the woosy feeling of the fog
im basking in the boney fingers of the unforgiven
and im tortured between to gangly legs of the unknown
such is the wonder that brings me to question spirits
i question motives as i question the sunrise
i answer to deja vu as i lightly as i respond to those ecstasy ridden
i absolutely despise illegal substances
and just yesterday i found myself in a crowd unlike my usual wandering
and you know what?
i was scared
fucking scared as the hottest of hell
as "molly" rolled off her tongue so awkwardly smooth and "k" rattled inside his teeth with the giddyness of a child on christmas morning
it made me sick with envy of teh devil
so that i could decompose their marrow and inhale their progressions that are hardly noticed as they sit in their hippie laces and injecting happiness
i only wish i were that stupid
in reality the woes of pencils and the sturdiness of grafite leaves me gauking with admiration toward the weary
of course...
weary with draining goodness
the good kind
the kind that never ends with regurgitation
she scared me when i laid my beady little eyes on her
as her wild dreds locked in place against her iced face, the bluish tint glaring off her bones and exentuating her yellow cigarette dead teeth
i wanted to shake her
till the pills rattled through her rib cage and out through her toes
and the fluids of the dreary seeped endlessly through the rags clinging to her malnourishment
if only i had POWER
to even say these things without even slight criticism
to express my hatred towards the living dead and the love for the dead living
somehow i must learn to shake myself of these dark clouds
but how is it possible?
when the rain drizzles lightly against my hairline
and i cant help myself but to absorb its moisture
when it rains, it pours
so security systems are pacifiers for the weak and the old
leave the aunt mary for the youngsters
its fate by choice
always
i wish he chose better fate
hes entering his afterlife in the realm of alter egos
lord help everyone
Current Mood:  anxious
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