fascistprincess

I forgot about this social format. I feel more dense as of this moment, physically. That is because I have done nothing to reject the sweat that shoved out of me a time still earlier than now. It has become something else, though; insincere, not a bit helpful, and even maybe a bit malicious. Just because I do not seek to dillute and remove it a few gasps after it has left me, yet still sliding and dripping all about me, it should not be confused with the granted right to harden inside the caverns of my skin and, because of the natural consequence to others of your new form, harm me.
I should just shower, then.
Going to see Morrissey and Diamanda Galas this month, and next. And other things have occurred. And I should look around, and i am tired; big day tomorrow.