Switchblade Love, Whiskey Suicide
There is an infinite road,
And on that infinite road there are two moving shoes,
And inside those two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road there are two dancing feet,
And above those two dancing feet inside those two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road are two bending knees,
And above those two bending knees that have two dancing shoes inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road are pulsing hips,
And above those pulsing hips that are connected to two bending knees that have two dancing feet inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road is hungry belly,
And above that hungry belly that is connected to pulsing hips who's connected to two bending knees that have two dancing feet inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road is a beating chest,
And on both sides of that beating chest that is above a hungry belly that is connected to two pulsing hips who's connected to two bending knees that have two dancing feet inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road are two parallell arms,
And on those parallell arms who's on both sides of a beating chest that is above a hungry belly that is connected to two pulsing hips that are connected to two bending knees that have two dancing feet inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite raod are purple scars,
Purple scars that lead to a hickey covered neck that move closer to chapped lips and rosy cheeks and fireless eyes on a pale face that lead to a mind, a crazy mind, that thinks about those purple scars and that hickey covered neck and those chapped lips and rosy cheeks and fireless eyes on that pale face and how they came from walking down that infinite road all alone.
**Just felt like writing. What a weird story. Reading back over it though, I guess I can see that symoblism with some things. Ain't it weird sometimes to just write and write without paying any attention and then to read it at the end and realize it makes more sense than you thought? It could be that, or could be that I'm just insane. *shrugs* School gives me headaches. We just finished an FCAT practice test. I slept through the whole thing and Christmas tree'd it at the last minute. O well. Next week is my last week at Second Chance and then it's off to SAIL I go. I'm nervous. I really shouldn't be because I'm so used to switching from school to school in the past year that this souldn't even be an issue, but unfortunately, it is. I just don't like the idea of starting all over again. Who knows, it could be for the best. Whatever. I'm a poopface. Ugghh, I'm getting more ink done Wednesday. I've been drawing out some things that I want. Amanda is getting a duck. YOU CRAZY BIOTCH! LOL. Yesterday was a day I wouldn't want to relive, but that's how most of my days have been lately anyway. I have to remind myself not to call her phone when I want to hang out with her. And I have to stop myself from calling him to offer him pills and call him a nazi. I miss her calling me Tease and "a cute kid" as she pats my head. And I miss him calling me a "dumb jew" and then me calling him "a nazi fuck" and then us burst into laughter and hug each other. I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD.
"i'm supossed to be strong and have all the answers"...I have to keep reminding myself of that. Beth always quoted that one Otep lyric to me when I was down.
I'm going to see Amber this weekend at her other garage sale thingy. I can't wait to see her hair. I miss her. Amb., if you're reading this take a note: WE HAVE TO HANG OUT!!!
And on that infinite road there are two moving shoes,
And inside those two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road there are two dancing feet,
And above those two dancing feet inside those two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road are two bending knees,
And above those two bending knees that have two dancing shoes inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road are pulsing hips,
And above those pulsing hips that are connected to two bending knees that have two dancing feet inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road is hungry belly,
And above that hungry belly that is connected to pulsing hips who's connected to two bending knees that have two dancing feet inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road is a beating chest,
And on both sides of that beating chest that is above a hungry belly that is connected to two pulsing hips who's connected to two bending knees that have two dancing feet inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite road are two parallell arms,
And on those parallell arms who's on both sides of a beating chest that is above a hungry belly that is connected to two pulsing hips that are connected to two bending knees that have two dancing feet inside two moving shoes that walk on that infinite raod are purple scars,
Purple scars that lead to a hickey covered neck that move closer to chapped lips and rosy cheeks and fireless eyes on a pale face that lead to a mind, a crazy mind, that thinks about those purple scars and that hickey covered neck and those chapped lips and rosy cheeks and fireless eyes on that pale face and how they came from walking down that infinite road all alone.
**Just felt like writing. What a weird story. Reading back over it though, I guess I can see that symoblism with some things. Ain't it weird sometimes to just write and write without paying any attention and then to read it at the end and realize it makes more sense than you thought? It could be that, or could be that I'm just insane. *shrugs* School gives me headaches. We just finished an FCAT practice test. I slept through the whole thing and Christmas tree'd it at the last minute. O well. Next week is my last week at Second Chance and then it's off to SAIL I go. I'm nervous. I really shouldn't be because I'm so used to switching from school to school in the past year that this souldn't even be an issue, but unfortunately, it is. I just don't like the idea of starting all over again. Who knows, it could be for the best. Whatever. I'm a poopface. Ugghh, I'm getting more ink done Wednesday. I've been drawing out some things that I want. Amanda is getting a duck. YOU CRAZY BIOTCH! LOL. Yesterday was a day I wouldn't want to relive, but that's how most of my days have been lately anyway. I have to remind myself not to call her phone when I want to hang out with her. And I have to stop myself from calling him to offer him pills and call him a nazi. I miss her calling me Tease and "a cute kid" as she pats my head. And I miss him calling me a "dumb jew" and then me calling him "a nazi fuck" and then us burst into laughter and hug each other. I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD.
"i'm supossed to be strong and have all the answers"...I have to keep reminding myself of that. Beth always quoted that one Otep lyric to me when I was down.
I'm going to see Amber this weekend at her other garage sale thingy. I can't wait to see her hair. I miss her. Amb., if you're reading this take a note: WE HAVE TO HANG OUT!!!