voltaire

You know what? Fuck it, It's my journal, I'm going to write whatever I want... I'm no longer here for being that chick that is oh so positive...... I have a real life that is fucking narly. I love dancing, but hate the girls I work with..... they hate on me, because I actually just want out. and they hate that. I don't want to die in a strip club, and they are going to.and as angry as I am about the american government; and their total lack of compassion and aid to New Orleans, I have this to say about my own life. I took my inspiration from the sculptures I used to build along the east oakland train tracks when I wrote this.......

I am a junk sculpture
waiting the test of time
how long will it take?

will I fall?
will I crumble?
will I break?

who knows?
I am full of questions
questions that beg an answer........










I'm thinking about selling everything and giving it to the victims of hurricane katrina in new orleans.............


It is good for me to write, It helps me purge the demons that keep coming after me........ what do you want from me?