Pharaoh, all your methods have taught me is to separate my blood from bone
Everytime I try to update this deathbox my computer goes into heat exhaustion spasms and shuts down so I'm going to make this short and sweet.
Updating this mofuckah is just so aggravating and frustrating. I don't understand anymore. I have so much to say and write about and take pictures of and whatever that everything is cancelling everything else out so that when I finally sit down in front of the old lj my mind just shuts down and I give up. Who gives a shit about what I post about anyway. I don't know what people like. For all I know no one likes what I say except for me. It's not poetic like Sarah (cinderellahips) or beautiful pictures and clothes like machinedance and lyburnum and drdeo, or any elegant witicism of the day like Lee (uglyhorace), or thoughts and junk a la jory and Manish (shut_youreyes and shineonbrightly) and whatnot. It's never of any importance. I'm having very mixed feelings toward the whole livejournal thing right now.
I just love to read posts but I hate to make them.
Faced and laced the steps retraced
I should never have aimed to please you,
I aimed too low.
Little sister was a Mr. and flew a 'lesbian rage'
Cryptic triptych kidsbooks with directions
For sleet and for snow
"Let's put on a show."
Updating this mofuckah is just so aggravating and frustrating. I don't understand anymore. I have so much to say and write about and take pictures of and whatever that everything is cancelling everything else out so that when I finally sit down in front of the old lj my mind just shuts down and I give up. Who gives a shit about what I post about anyway. I don't know what people like. For all I know no one likes what I say except for me. It's not poetic like Sarah (cinderellahips) or beautiful pictures and clothes like machinedance and lyburnum and drdeo, or any elegant witicism of the day like Lee (uglyhorace), or thoughts and junk a la jory and Manish (shut_youreyes and shineonbrightly) and whatnot. It's never of any importance. I'm having very mixed feelings toward the whole livejournal thing right now.
I just love to read posts but I hate to make them.
Faced and laced the steps retraced
I should never have aimed to please you,
I aimed too low.
Little sister was a Mr. and flew a 'lesbian rage'
Cryptic triptych kidsbooks with directions
For sleet and for snow
"Let's put on a show."