limegreenjell0

Disenfranchised Illness

I swallow their pills
While playing their games.
Leaping with the bluebird;
through ancient spaces.
Stealing cold kisses
from Swedish fishes.
Listening to Holiday
with my digits painted;
tree lizard green.
And glitter is foaming through my teeth.
As the gap of my thighs are lost in folly.
While that foolish Willard crab is
walking...on my breast.
Decided to wander.
But feeling fine I'll
burn that arm band.
With my cigar, wrapped in purple
origami flowers.
Make the name disappear.
While I stand with snowflakes.
Wrapped in orgasmic laughter.

So I'm sitting here, and I absolutely forgot what song I am listening too. I know a song is playing but the music just washes over me. Its like the hot water is gone and I'm soaking numb in porcelain and I wake up. Imogen Heap. I'm still cold.

Carl came over, he had/abused/molested/devoured/consumed my last slice of pizza...my tea/my livelihood/my best cold drink on earth...then took my spot on the sofa/my lover in front of the TV/my buddy/my pal.and finally left. I miss my pizza. I was saving that for a binge. *Frowns* I was thinking of traveling to the drug store to buy those big bags of candy or marshmallow something, anything. I seriously could live on salt and coffee or sugar right now. It’s rather freaky and not kosher. I can imagine what my electrolytes look like about now *paces*

Off the topic of le food

I found the perfect Little Black Dress. It screams my name on its flashy and slow website. I like clothes that move with my body and this is made for dancing and more. It needs T-straps, a beaded and satin headband, and short wavy hair! Me! I'm still torn on the hair issue *paces some more* Its gotten thinner, that’s good, its been falling out since July, that’s bad, it's not been falling out in chunks, that’s good, but falling out none the less, that’s bad. I think its one of those cycles. It happened despite being heavier or thinner or eating cake or hamburgers or goat. Its hella shinny though. Ever since I divorced my blow dryer. end shallow discussion

Decisions

I have been juggling the variables: fine arts, philosophy, sociology, history or English. The latter two have been dropped. The first one is my love, but I think I'll minor in sociology. It’s the rational choice. Seeing that my school/institution/substitute for shock therapy seldom offers fine arts courses. Everyone is tired of me talking about my five-year plan. I think out loud too much. But I wouldn't have anything else to talk about. *question mark emoticon* I know I'm boring...who cares.

Empty, misconstrued, bored -- the last is the one that fits the best. But how long can a person be bored?

I have no idea, but I know for bloody sure why Latin is dead. I'm not fond of the Romans right now. Their ambiguity and language have caused my D. Well...I'll let it slide.

Again I can't write anything "good". I'm stuck.

I've decided to make this amigos only! Its really not important anyway and if anyone has stumbled upon this they should take a good look at what kinda of life they have.