I want to kill the voices that color my world so. I want them to be muffled and suffocated by the masking tape of my latent optimism. I want for them to tell me that there is beauty and not evil around every corner and that, one day, I may wake up and feel enjoyment for the reality I perceive from my eyes and ears. And if they can not tell me this ( Read more... )

He was my angel ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that I was stuck in a really old castle that no one had been in for hundreds of years and it was all pretty and I looked like a princess. So I'm all happy with my little self and I go inside, only to discover cubicles of freaks, with a different mutilated person with his/her/its own mental illness. It was all sciency. But smelt ( Read more... )

I think I'm depressed.

So...What happens is, every new years day Lucifer gives us each a twelve bore shotgun, while I get all of my little male bitches to torture, molest and carry up 26 floors every crappy band in the known universe, and then throw them out of the window one by one. Then we (me and my various friends) blast feverishly away at them like Elvis with a ( Read more... )

...No sweetie go home, I refuse to tie you up and scald you with a hot poker. I'm tired. On the hand, you can stay and do it to me if you like.

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Not dead yet.