InteriOrs

ExteriOrs

4 hOurs ; 7 Lines ; nO better

I told you I wasn’t. They say I shouldn’t. You said I couldn’t. But I feel that I have. Unconditionally and irrevocably so. So very much I shouldn’t touch that dial. Cliché it is. If I do really do, I really must not.

But it’s killing me either way. Either way, em will still be. muz hold it up being a phoney functional public masquerade of thyself by day. such raw talent for English theatre. apt timing. so long as em keep myself from touching that dial.

A Beautiful Mess

May-Day. May-Day. May-Day

19MayO9

Today marks a somewhat peculiar day. It expired. Don't mind my nerves. May call it fiction. So caught-up and submerged in my own contradictions. Funny. Maybe em numb. How often does that happen. Can I stage being numb for 30 - odd days. That'll make it easier. Em real easy to forget. You'd be skipping in no time. * promise *. Prends bien soin de toi; peterPaN. Assurez-vous que vous allez manquer.

Poppy Seeds

Like a junkie with limited supply, the day of reckoning was coming for me. the more hits i took now, the harder it would be when my supply ran out. why didn't i just walked away and stayed on the sidewalks?

oh right, em an IdIOt.