Not him. Again.
"The sky fell, the purple blanket fell on my head, I tripped over in the desperate such of an exit and everybody laughed." - Bebe.
Do you dream of cocktail parties? Diamond rings? Being rich and famous? Falling in love? And polariod photographs? I sure fucking do.
I found Bebe's quote quite childish yet I guess I could understand it. They say prove your undying love to the world? Something I wish I could do, but tricky when you have so many people looking down at you. Who died and made you roll the dice?
Sometimes don't you get those moments where you lie staring up at the darkened sky thinking, wondering, dreaming? You see those cocktail parties come to life. Long satin Gucci dresses, White clouds and martinis.
What do I get? Scratched Madonna CD, unlimited cruelty and no free spirit to support me. I wrote this prose today.
Don't you remember, Babydoll? I'm there, you're there. My hand on your face, your fingertips tracing the veins on my wrists. Over-exposed bodies? Overrated liars? Judgemental words? Oh, darling forgive. All my sins against your highness. Remember when I said I was faithful? Fuck did I lie, but it was confusion babydoll. Remember how you used to call me mama? Heh, did I laugh. How your eccentric tales would keep my seconds ticking by? But get a grip now, sustain yourself. Get a grip girl. The trick is to keep breathing.
More later. I'm fucked and empty. Well, actually I'm not, but every word is the same so what is the point to keep writing?
Love
Timea
x
Do you dream of cocktail parties? Diamond rings? Being rich and famous? Falling in love? And polariod photographs? I sure fucking do.
I found Bebe's quote quite childish yet I guess I could understand it. They say prove your undying love to the world? Something I wish I could do, but tricky when you have so many people looking down at you. Who died and made you roll the dice?
Sometimes don't you get those moments where you lie staring up at the darkened sky thinking, wondering, dreaming? You see those cocktail parties come to life. Long satin Gucci dresses, White clouds and martinis.
What do I get? Scratched Madonna CD, unlimited cruelty and no free spirit to support me. I wrote this prose today.
Don't you remember, Babydoll? I'm there, you're there. My hand on your face, your fingertips tracing the veins on my wrists. Over-exposed bodies? Overrated liars? Judgemental words? Oh, darling forgive. All my sins against your highness. Remember when I said I was faithful? Fuck did I lie, but it was confusion babydoll. Remember how you used to call me mama? Heh, did I laugh. How your eccentric tales would keep my seconds ticking by? But get a grip now, sustain yourself. Get a grip girl. The trick is to keep breathing.
More later. I'm fucked and empty. Well, actually I'm not, but every word is the same so what is the point to keep writing?
Love
Timea
x