Otay
So when I first came to Halifazax, I was riding high on the then-new release of Britney's "Circus" album (which I think should have been tracked differently, but that's for another time). Now, I find myself at the crux of another exit; another exit; another one in my life. How many times have I exited by now? This time, it is hopefully with the new Tori album, "Abnormally Attracted To Sin". It's so close to leaking I can taste it. And oh, wouldn't I love to have it in sultry lush-strewn exotica, that place of my birth: that... Mississippi. Well, yesh! Of course I would, sirry!
But not only that! After exiting to Mississippi, oh the places I'll go this summer. Summer: New York, Chicago, Berlin, Tokyo! Boston, the Catskills, Burlington- who knows where else! Harlan be crazy y'all and he be hoppin' on dem planes dem planes... with plane plans! Wheeee!
This newest exit finds your protagonist still alone, single, bitter party of one and all that jazz. His heart is still all squished up into a squelch puree but not nearly as bad as when he left Chicago a bruised, broken individual. Nay! I have rested; I have rained! Though, I still wage the drizzle vs. downpour debate. But again, that's for another time... EH?!
I haven't been sleeping well. If you know me, you know I don't dream. I'm a ne'er-do-well in the dreaming department, but images have been coming to me in my sleep. Secret spells, secret spills, secret-times. But a few have left me panicked. I thought I was gonna lose it for a second there. But I didn't. I held on, tightly, to nothing. Woke up at 2am, and sat up, quietly, until dawn rose to darkness. Shit.
Maybe people will read this. But I still have so much BITCHING to do. Don't you know all this hate I emanate could be launched directly onto a bitch like YOU? But everyone thinks everything anyone writes is always about them even when it's not, so if you think you've done something that didn't sit well with me, just know that nothing has gone unnoticed behind these eyes. My poor nerves are frazzled from worry; not about myself but other people. God! Harlan says: grrrr. Star-crossed, doubled-crossed, now just cross. Albatross? Am I off topic again? Dang it.
Anyfuck, I'm off to my last video class which finds me devolving into an emo mess. I will sincerely miss many things about Halifazax... but not more than I miss my sparkling city: oh Chicago! How fully you have invaded my soft, pink heart! I will return, looking more delicious than before. I promise.
I know I ramble, hesitate, second guess everything. But just know I am intrinsically on the same level as you and that doesn't need to go unnoticed. So please notice. And those of you who thought I didn't have anything going on in this hollow mess I've covered with too much hair, a bald spot, and which I call a brain: ha! Harlan raff-raffs. And says suck my peen. Ya boy.
So basically, I'm still human! Yay! That's a good sign, right? What has changed, I wonder? Dunno. Guess I have to leave first.
With much ruv,
Yours,
Besos,
-H-Town
But not only that! After exiting to Mississippi, oh the places I'll go this summer. Summer: New York, Chicago, Berlin, Tokyo! Boston, the Catskills, Burlington- who knows where else! Harlan be crazy y'all and he be hoppin' on dem planes dem planes... with plane plans! Wheeee!
This newest exit finds your protagonist still alone, single, bitter party of one and all that jazz. His heart is still all squished up into a squelch puree but not nearly as bad as when he left Chicago a bruised, broken individual. Nay! I have rested; I have rained! Though, I still wage the drizzle vs. downpour debate. But again, that's for another time... EH?!
I haven't been sleeping well. If you know me, you know I don't dream. I'm a ne'er-do-well in the dreaming department, but images have been coming to me in my sleep. Secret spells, secret spills, secret-times. But a few have left me panicked. I thought I was gonna lose it for a second there. But I didn't. I held on, tightly, to nothing. Woke up at 2am, and sat up, quietly, until dawn rose to darkness. Shit.
Maybe people will read this. But I still have so much BITCHING to do. Don't you know all this hate I emanate could be launched directly onto a bitch like YOU? But everyone thinks everything anyone writes is always about them even when it's not, so if you think you've done something that didn't sit well with me, just know that nothing has gone unnoticed behind these eyes. My poor nerves are frazzled from worry; not about myself but other people. God! Harlan says: grrrr. Star-crossed, doubled-crossed, now just cross. Albatross? Am I off topic again? Dang it.
Anyfuck, I'm off to my last video class which finds me devolving into an emo mess. I will sincerely miss many things about Halifazax... but not more than I miss my sparkling city: oh Chicago! How fully you have invaded my soft, pink heart! I will return, looking more delicious than before. I promise.
I know I ramble, hesitate, second guess everything. But just know I am intrinsically on the same level as you and that doesn't need to go unnoticed. So please notice. And those of you who thought I didn't have anything going on in this hollow mess I've covered with too much hair, a bald spot, and which I call a brain: ha! Harlan raff-raffs. And says suck my peen. Ya boy.
So basically, I'm still human! Yay! That's a good sign, right? What has changed, I wonder? Dunno. Guess I have to leave first.
With much ruv,
Yours,
Besos,
-H-Town