Come as you are.

[theredbamboo]

I wish I was a zombie. All day long just "Itchy, tasty" and thats all I got to worry about... gettin my itch scratched and eatting people. I feel wrong and apologetic yet blameless. I don't think I have any more disguises to hide behind that you wouldn't already recognize except if perhaps I came as myself. Simple yet unexpected. Who to say there's a space. And if there is with what to we fill it. I want something perishable. Something I can lick till it dulls my senses then look for further filling. Something like... Peanut butter. Is this all I really want? Was there... something else. Pretty soon I woulda lostt whats left. Be surprised if in 2 days I could still read at all with these eyes leaking discontent and if I could write. Seemed I'd stopped feeling anything cept what my fingers felt and said for me but seems... they became apathetic also. Limp and useless under the pressure of solitude. Hands get lonely too. Not just hearts and lips. And minds grow stagnant. Plenty to think about. No new information. No inspiration. Nothing to help make it possible to feel pain again. I'm lookin for a lover who knows how to hurt me, even if they don't. It's the only way I'll be able to love again. An opinion I care about. Give me that. Call me a horrible person and have me cry instead of laugh in your face. Tell me what I'm doing is wrong. Make me stop. Time to sedate my personality. Seal my lips and open my eyes. Maybe you'll catch a glimmer of passion in my blank stares... or maybe you'll just keep walking. Save me... but leave me alone.

I think that any love is good lovin', and
So I took what I could get mmh,
Oooh, oooh she looked at me with big brown eyes
And said:
You ain't seen nothin' yet,
B-B-B-Baby, you just ain't seen nothin' yet,
Here's something that you never gonna forget...