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Friday, December 28, 2007

My eyes HURT.. no my face hurts. I just want to pull at my cheeks till they split in two. Now it all hurts . . . No wait.. . . no I'm numb. I can't feel anything,  I can't fucking feel my big toe. wiggle bitch, wiggle.  it’s happy and I just wander off to sleep and my thoughts drizzle away into dream land. Splat, SPLAT. SPLAT, My brain is mush, THAT FUCKING BEEP. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. There it goes again. I was fucking. Godamnit, I was fucking. STOP BEEPING. I'm in twilight, for a second all is restful and then my conscious starts to gather itself and suddenly everything starts to flood back in. I just wanted bliss, fuck you that’s all I wanted; Bliss and Numbing. Let me be immune if I can't be happy. Momentary diversions; that's all I ask. Back to rest. BEEP BEEP BEEP. Oh fuck its Christmas. FUCK . MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS.

Whewww....glad that's over with.

*Smiles & Butterfly kisses*



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2OO8   }:o

 

Okay, I don’t know about you; but  I have never been this excited for a new year to dawn since. . . 2000?



Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Self Inquiries: Part I

 

 

It may be unfathomable, or at least in the very least a bit strange, for one to be at a constant quarrel of wits with himself. To be endlessly embroiled in a subconscious battle of tug-and war; both sides pulling with equal, never failing candor.  As you might have guessed by now, I myself have been a prima example of such a basket case – for quite some time now I might add. But honestly, assuming that you yourself are not going through such an internal crisis, living in this bipolar paradigm: a ceaseless battle of ying and yang; well, merely trying to exist and carry on the appearance of sanity, becomes quite a tedious obstacle. Having to constantly check yourself while engaged in social situations, and furthermore –even worse—systematically denying yourself of the cure, the cure which you have known all along in one convoluted way or the other, you instead prance around convincing yourself that you are in fact sane, that you are in fact living the life you set out to [or maybe the life THEY set out of you].

 

When will this charade end? God knows? Hopefully before your inevitable midlife crisis, while you still have youth on your side, you pray. Will they accept you after the inevitable truth comes out? Will you accept you? As if you ever truly approved of yourself from the get-go. You sit talking your way out circles, sometimes talking yourself in circles. Projecting your conversation, mannerisms, behavior as an inflatable life jacket, cushioning all your weak spots. However, you falter sometimes –more times than safe, more times than they will allow.

 

Its on the back of everyone’s mind, they know it, you know it.

 

Denial. [both parties included]

 

Alienation. [again, both parties included]

 

Depravation [no, just you this time]

 

Final Verdict? : PATHETIC

 

 By the way, there’s still that orphan in Africa who is probably dying of the AIDS his hooker mom bestowed upon him, I wonder what he would say? Or that prostitute in Thailand who gives into perverted fantasies to support her 5 bastard sons? Or  even that hustler twink in southside LA who gives blow-jobs for crack money?  Fucking nuns.


Monday, March 12, 2007

 

tainted from birth.


Thursday, February 01, 2007

 If only she knew. . .

What a piece of shit I am?

Yes. wtf I’m such a shit. Why the fuck am I messing this all up.

How much I cared for her?

Yes. You’ll probably never know how much I think of you.  

How shocked I was?

Yes. I was piss fucking shocked when it was HIM. The scenario was beyond fucked up; I lost out to that donkey. WTF

How I hate myself for doing this?

Yes. I hate it so fucking much.

 



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