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Monday, April 11, 2005


I'd like to order a chemical lobotomy, please.
Excuse me while I switch off my brain and clean it out.


I have both money and fat to burn to some excess, though neither will work as a tool when it comes to feelings I need to repress. Because for inexplicable reasons far beyond me to comprehend, this notion of stupidity and hopelessness keep lurking around every bend.

Even though the sun shines through my window, I can't muster any strength to fight this oppressive and downright ugly foe. It's obvious that all is not right as rain, and it's made harder when it feels like the subtle tones in my mothers' voice are always hinting at disdain.

Instead of safe solitude inside a heavyduty armor full of dents and scratches, I am exposed in a beautiful gown surrounded by frocks that only mismatches. I was not given the pleasure of dying from the bite of an apple that had been cursed; I was damned to swallow and suffer eternal thirst.



There. I like to rinse my head with some angsty poetry. To take your mind off of this, here's a good reason to like sheep. Ta-ta for now.

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