Make me Bad
To-morrow and to-morrow, and to-morrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle !
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more ;it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
- Shakespeare
So today was a day that I woke up and actually acknowledged that it was a day. Which is always good to do, when you know a day is a day and that a day is not night but dayish. I think it's a real improvement for me to do that for these days. Really. You just don't know what it's been like for me for the past few moments- they all have been messhed between desire and my ceral bowl. Which is never fun. Cus I don't eat food like that, ever. I still feel bad though, even with the slight improvement.
If you don't know me, then you'll never know me now- because the internet washes everyone out into this face over emotinal person. We are what we type. What are we. We are promises, dreams, hopes, fears, fetises, stuff, people, jeans, hair, eyes, sex, love, and of course butter. We are butter. We melt or freeze up with the situation.
Currently I'm frozen, but I'd like to melt- I really would. Jacob makes me want to melt when he's around, but thats the voice- when he's around. Nope. never ever. Just for the snuggle at the end of the day, and thats quite depressing that I can time it- it's a pattern, a puzzle, and I'm just the X in his Y vaules.
I went shopping, again, on his card. Plastic. Ah. I went over the limit perfectly. The card bounced and jolted- no more spendings on it. I hope it pisses him off- I bought sex toys with it, just to spite his virgin ass. Gods I miss his body.
So
Warm
And nice
Winter. It's winter. Today it's winter. Yeap.
He's ditched me in the hotel- and he's off doing work stuff... hooker off the street into a hotel, and all this plastic. I got 2 cards left to over charge. Weee~
Bought most of Bruchard's baby shower items. He cried so good.
I want good conversation. We think it's no good in here. We fight way to much anymore. Richard is loving on Jacob- very happy it isn't Alice. So is Whisper, but Whisper wants boobs. I want... love. I like it- it's so amazing! YOU GUYS GOTTA GET LOVE TO. it's better then crack and pot combined. I. Know.
I want more. gotta find more. Gotta Find More. GOTTA FIND MORE. erom dnif attog.
So there they were. Ducks and ponds and guitars. So much noise. The smell of salt water and boiled 'meat'. The heart rates of children, the tears of lovers. it was perfect. Summer for them. But winter still.
Oh my, look at me- I'm 16 and with angst-emo shit in my soul. Need to update that, or get a new one.
Don't tell anyone, ok?,
Delo D. MaTat
PS: Gotta love MacBeth, mmm?...
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle !
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more ;it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
- Shakespeare
So today was a day that I woke up and actually acknowledged that it was a day. Which is always good to do, when you know a day is a day and that a day is not night but dayish. I think it's a real improvement for me to do that for these days. Really. You just don't know what it's been like for me for the past few moments- they all have been messhed between desire and my ceral bowl. Which is never fun. Cus I don't eat food like that, ever. I still feel bad though, even with the slight improvement.
If you don't know me, then you'll never know me now- because the internet washes everyone out into this face over emotinal person. We are what we type. What are we. We are promises, dreams, hopes, fears, fetises, stuff, people, jeans, hair, eyes, sex, love, and of course butter. We are butter. We melt or freeze up with the situation.
Currently I'm frozen, but I'd like to melt- I really would. Jacob makes me want to melt when he's around, but thats the voice- when he's around. Nope. never ever. Just for the snuggle at the end of the day, and thats quite depressing that I can time it- it's a pattern, a puzzle, and I'm just the X in his Y vaules.
I went shopping, again, on his card. Plastic. Ah. I went over the limit perfectly. The card bounced and jolted- no more spendings on it. I hope it pisses him off- I bought sex toys with it, just to spite his virgin ass. Gods I miss his body.
So
Warm
And nice
Winter. It's winter. Today it's winter. Yeap.
He's ditched me in the hotel- and he's off doing work stuff... hooker off the street into a hotel, and all this plastic. I got 2 cards left to over charge. Weee~
Bought most of Bruchard's baby shower items. He cried so good.
I want good conversation. We think it's no good in here. We fight way to much anymore. Richard is loving on Jacob- very happy it isn't Alice. So is Whisper, but Whisper wants boobs. I want... love. I like it- it's so amazing! YOU GUYS GOTTA GET LOVE TO. it's better then crack and pot combined. I. Know.
I want more. gotta find more. Gotta Find More. GOTTA FIND MORE. erom dnif attog.
So there they were. Ducks and ponds and guitars. So much noise. The smell of salt water and boiled 'meat'. The heart rates of children, the tears of lovers. it was perfect. Summer for them. But winter still.
Oh my, look at me- I'm 16 and with angst-emo shit in my soul. Need to update that, or get a new one.
Don't tell anyone, ok?,
Delo D. MaTat
PS: Gotta love MacBeth, mmm?...