Monday, March 14, 2005
Dear Diary,
It was a delirious dichotomy of rhapsody in arrears. The medicine wheel that spins invisibly in the chill winter air loosens its lesson the further I go. A deviation of pathways and pronouncement seek the grass stained bedroom of bourgeois lactations. Instead tears of shrapnel and gun sacks of bloodied glass fall like frozen spiders each loosing their cherry heart filled center to a barren floor. I felt like vomiting. With each descent, I plummet further unto the nether void as a cannibal mother licks at the cotton moths dangling from her hair. And so it is unlike any other house, its as if the rafters in Hell raiser really do glow and shimmy the closer the nucleus broods. Twelve palms pressed in prayer, Im a fucking Tiger shrimp in the sharks lair.
Today was the beginning of an official dissolution. It is so damn sad I tell you, that a mother can piss away the squalor of a childs affection in exchange for the swill of a fermenting grain! That true love can be conquered and verily slain before the vampires of ill begotten temperatures the likes of which can hardly be found in a delicious smile.
~S~
Dear Diary,
It was a delirious dichotomy of rhapsody in arrears. The medicine wheel that spins invisibly in the chill winter air loosens its lesson the further I go. A deviation of pathways and pronouncement seek the grass stained bedroom of bourgeois lactations. Instead tears of shrapnel and gun sacks of bloodied glass fall like frozen spiders each loosing their cherry heart filled center to a barren floor. I felt like vomiting. With each descent, I plummet further unto the nether void as a cannibal mother licks at the cotton moths dangling from her hair. And so it is unlike any other house, its as if the rafters in Hell raiser really do glow and shimmy the closer the nucleus broods. Twelve palms pressed in prayer, Im a fucking Tiger shrimp in the sharks lair.
Today was the beginning of an official dissolution. It is so damn sad I tell you, that a mother can piss away the squalor of a childs affection in exchange for the swill of a fermenting grain! That true love can be conquered and verily slain before the vampires of ill begotten temperatures the likes of which can hardly be found in a delicious smile.
~S~
flygirl:
The school schedule is gonna suck. Maybe someone with too much money will come along and want to support me while I finish school so I dont have to kill myself trying to work full time and school full time and give my child the attention that she deserves. Wouldnt that be cool?
kristie:
Unfortunately, I think I understand this journal entry. 