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Sunday, December 28, 2008


   Go preach electric to a microphone stand
LAWL I are a total workaholic these days. Yesterday, I got up at 4 in the morning to work on this new project of mine called The Scene.
Also, I've gotten back into role-playing somewhat, so I've been doing practically nothing but writing 24/7. *contented sigh* I iz a happy, little literate mothafucka.

Despite the fact that my head is always throbbing now from tuu much computer. '-_- Ow. Ow. Ow...

Folie a Deux is fantabulosity. (no, that's not a real wordddddddd, silly chickens.)
My favorites are Disloyal Order of Water Buffalos, I Don't Care, She's My Winona, The (Shipped) Gold Standard, and a bunch of others that I'm too lazy to name.

NAME-DROPPING, IRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL's! =D

In other news: Could somebody please read the following poem and tell me whether or not I've gone completely insane? I mean, more insane than I already am?

I know it's love because it hurts way too much to be anything else.
3 in the morning, I'm burning to death in my bed again.
Throat sand-papered to my lungs,
Eyes stapled to anything bigger than my stomach.
The only reason I always bite off more than I can chew is because you always make the hunger feel so much deeper than it really is.
Push and pull my heart-strings like an accordion,
I'll sing to you like a diva to a microphone.
Tongue-tie me to the first stop-sign you see.
I need to get lost in something besides your eyes for once.
Am I going too fast? Aren't I always going too fast?
Your bangs are the only poker-face you've got left.
I never had any need for poker faces,
Because everyone here only speaks reality and coherency, and I'm written in angst and intervention.
There's no point reading an open book you can't understand.
You make me feel like goldfish without the gills:
I can't breath. I can't speak. I can't escape.
So trap me behind glass walls and stop my breathing with that glint in your eye.

Yes. It's about That Guy.
No, it was not written at 3 in the morning.
It was written at about 2 in the morning, then revised at 3 in the morning. Yeah. Couldn't sleep.
*sigh* Myspace depresses me. '''-__-
Matter of fact, I'm just gonna go cry into keyboards now.
The top keeps glowing out of the corner of my eye, scanning me for leftovers.
It's a lost cause.

ily guys. <33333
~Love, Belinda

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