Random Musings May-June 2007

Decided to lose the mould that surrounds my once celebrated shell. How I wished to be able to retreat there in times of social inadequacy. I am lame. However, I consider myself fantastic, considering myself more inept than others, albeit, music, arts or literature. Yet never boring, I surprise myself frequently.

Being snatched from the brink of death, can one confirm their worth? Myself included.

Retreating to the wombs where things are solitary, alien and hairless.

I should really let go of the shags of the past and look forward to some new ones.

Struggling perfection in the body when the mind is crumbling like cake.

Prisoner of my fears and anxieties, paralyzed by depression. Yet buzzing with the manic ability to perform tasks so insignificant to others around me. I will never give up my brains for beauty, it would be a subverse prostitution yet I will use my attractiveness to find an intellectual mate with the face of a grafter.

' People are like ice cream at wintertime.
' I would rather be on my own than envied.
' I think it's better to delve into one's self-importance, but only quietly.
' Sleep until you don't have to die.
' I am most paranoid about mice and ants.
' If women cannot be youthful or beautiful, they have to be mad.
' Whoever is simple will outshine the glitter.
' Trashy is okay if the stains are not yours.
' Looking neat is better than looking clean.
- Death is a cartoon sketch in sepia
- When the Grim Reaper comes a-knocking, he won't be cutting your lawn
- Think with your feet, if you're facing any enemy
- Savour every last hug of a new person.
- Grant me three wishes or send me on a ferry in gale force winds.
- Running wild through green teabags and peppermint candy.
- Sparkles in brains which acts like tumors.

Suicide is hardcore, not cowardly. How am I going to know whether something good is going to come in the future? What if I get run over tomorrow? Get cancer? Terminal? What if the rest of my life is ruled by failure, disease, poverty and pain? We will never know. What if it really is my time right here, right now? What if everything turns fabulous?


Giving an engraved invitation to all,
The lowlife scum who touch me.
Short skirts and spike heels,
It does not matter how it feels.

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