slomosexual
feverish disconnected ramblings its to shed the crazy like a skin thats gotten dull and uncomfortable. stream of consciousness is the only way to be. i was infautated because he was my father in another body. electra complex? perhaps. i have a strange relationship with my father. it was infatuation did i ever really love him? controlling posessive insane egotistical always right always won the argument, yah thats my father exactly. all i remember of childhood is through photographs that surface in the darkest parts of my mind. flashes and pieces. oh its time to go to work! the week is almost over yea boi. i want to be a go-go dancer when i grow up.