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monday night life.
glass of whiskey.
high, hot shower.
cinnamon steam
alone, as i will it
and smiling into
plastic walls
slammed into
by imitation jellyfish
slamming into each other
over and over
while imitation souls
in sacks of skin and bones and full of shit
slam into
plastic walls and
each other
over and over
i wish people would just go away
as i willed it
so i could be enveloped
always
in a lacy black state of almost
nothing
with smudged eyeliner and chipped nails
with no reasons
or some
reasons that i cannot always explain
with passions i cannot fully understand
but i do understand
that i will revel in fake jellyfish
and in real souls
aware of what never was
where walls have seemed to melt
away
hello my little love sprinkles.
i hope your new years weekend was happy.
i hope your today is happy.
my weekend was groovy nights
and stellar mornings.
a mouse is chattering in my wall.
i don't mind…
he leaves me be.
it is frigid out and
my warmth and bread are plentiful
he is just living and dying
and so am i
have your piece of personal fucking happiness
and eat it, too.
shove it in your fucking face, baby.
fuck everything else.
viva!
till we meet again
<3 Rexxy
glass of whiskey.
high, hot shower.
cinnamon steam
alone, as i will it
and smiling into
plastic walls
slammed into
by imitation jellyfish
slamming into each other
over and over
while imitation souls
in sacks of skin and bones and full of shit
slam into
plastic walls and
each other
over and over
i wish people would just go away
as i willed it
so i could be enveloped
always
in a lacy black state of almost
nothing
with smudged eyeliner and chipped nails
with no reasons
or some
reasons that i cannot always explain
with passions i cannot fully understand
but i do understand
that i will revel in fake jellyfish
and in real souls
aware of what never was
where walls have seemed to melt
away
hello my little love sprinkles.
i hope your new years weekend was happy.
i hope your today is happy.
my weekend was groovy nights
and stellar mornings.
a mouse is chattering in my wall.
i don't mind…
he leaves me be.
it is frigid out and
my warmth and bread are plentiful
he is just living and dying
and so am i
have your piece of personal fucking happiness
and eat it, too.
shove it in your fucking face, baby.
fuck everything else.
viva!
till we meet again
<3 Rexxy
JAN 03, 2011 06:15 PM
You look high as a fucking jellyfish. 
JAN 03, 2011 07:13 PM
Torlano
USA
October 2007
JAN 03, 2011 07:15 PM
JAN 03, 2011 07:17 PM
JAN 03, 2011 08:32 PM
JAN 04, 2011 03:33 PM
JAN 04, 2011 04:54 PM
For some reason "whiskey", "hot shower" and "smudged eyeliner" stuck with me.
JAN 04, 2011 05:13 PM
JAN 05, 2011 12:06 AM
Jameson and I are friends, I would introduce you but I see you've already met.
also this...
My mouse adventures...
Not really how it went down but he drove me to madness to the point of self expression.
JAN 09, 2011 12:51 AM
JAN 10, 2011 07:22 PM
JAN 10, 2011 09:56 PM
Sup Rexxikins?
JAN 13, 2011 12:15 AM
JAN 16, 2011 09:17 AM
Jameson and scrabble 
