Early-birds' Special on the Sidewalk

Bug-eyed dolls, the ones with a delicate touch, the ones with a soft voice, the glass eardrums and the glazed nostrils. Taste buds felt up like scars under a skirt. Crawl sideways into the b-b-b-b-b-b...ottle.
Catch flying ice-cream cones with your elephants. GIMMICK GIMMICK GIMMIE MORE.
September ends on another sad note, note how off-key your doorlock was. I'm headed for the deodorant. Comfort.
Six sick fucks, six dix dice players playing with payed-for oxygen, Grandmothers are wondering where they're leaking from. Too many folds, what'll you have for breakfast in 20 years?
Button-mashing never actually wins the fight. Flick morning dew out of your hat.

sWeetheart..:...bitterheaRt

The spin. It's making me dizzy. I'm whispering secrets to the butterfly nest under my bed. No talk, all flutter. It's understood.. When I'm done drawing orchids on my ceiling, I close my eyes and dream I slip and fall. I wake up right before my head hits the floor.

People Talk - Wintersleep
I'm afraid of men with clocks for eyes
with suits for skin
I'm afraid we've swallowed all our medicine
I'm afraid of God and all his angry clouds
I'm afraid the world will die without a sound

I was just trying to say something beautiful
something meaningful
but you can't live in the world just breathing
beautiful
no, you can't live in the world just being
meaningful

people talk so loud
people talk so loud
people talk so loud

they talk until no words come out they talk
until their brains fall out
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[...]
a broken, lonely captain
sailing blind into the distance
[...]
but I was too afraid of monsters at the time

Orchid-eating Kittens and Other Impersonations

I dragged myself around the living room using my platypus paws. I heard an ant farting in a nearby dust bunny and tried to tell my mom about the obscenities happening under her skirt but my dentures fell to the floor and shattered before I could utter a single word.
**
I got an urgent call from my dad last night saying my mom had gone bonkers and had started destroying the car and house again + tried to kill my dad... again. He told me he's going to get a divorce, he can't take it anymore. As for me, I'm going to have to move back home ASAP on account of my little brother.

... I guess some things never change. I hate getting sucked back into shit like this. Every-fucking-time. You do what you gotta do, I guess...
**

'It's the story of a girl who always forgets everything , she even forgot a boy she was in love with and only remembers the little melody he was whistling.'
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Tout le monde se fout des fleurs
De leurs pétales et de leurs feuilles
Tout le monde se fout des mots d'amour
Des je t'aime, des toujours

Tootsie Rolls and Human Sausages

It's not exactly that I'm not having fun in raves, it's more the fact the I don't see friends in the people I meet there. I show up, have tons of fun talking bullshit and yelling out random things
but in the end, what it comes down to is that I'm having fun on my own rather than with everyone surrounding me.
I realized that at dark matters 2. I hadn't been to a rave in a little while. I had kept to myself the whole night and the last thing I wanted to do was interract with anyone who would strut their candy ass in front of me or ask me what I was up to with huge, dilated pupils.
I felt lost and alienated that night.
I really don't feel like going to Time Machine 2 this weekend. I don't even have one good reason to be there.
I'll go dance my butt off at the K.O. night instead. I like the d'n'b crew and the NTK people. A lot.
And I also learned that I love love love poi. My thoughts clear out. I think about absolutely nothing.

It feels nice.

[we could make human sausages with them! Just stuff all the crushed and squished bits into their own intestines and make people-hotdogs! - fred]

Speaker Love for Me

This is a story of a young man who visited London for the first time
I heard about this party on a Sunday afternoon
I'd been up all saturday night and I was raring to go
They said it was in Hackney, in an old abandoned warehouse
And I said what kind of music do they play there
And they told me - Tekno
One night in Hackney

ONE NIGHT IN HACKNEY!!!!!!!!!

After walking for hours through the urban sprawl
I finally heard the boom of the soundsystem
And as we turned the corner we saw some strange people - Hangin around
One night in Hackney

ONE NIGHT IN HACKNEY!!!!!!!!!

The music was swirling around my head as I wandered into the darkened building
And as I found my way to the dancefloor someone stopped me and said
Take this pill
So I took it and said - What was that
And they said EXSTACY
And then they offered me a line, and I said
What was that (snort) And they said KETAMINE
SO I took it, and then I took some cocaine, and then some speed, and then some acid and then I drank 15 cans of stella
15 CANS OF STELLA
And I stayed until monday night
One night in Hackney

ONE NIGHT IN HACKNEY!!!!!!!!!
One night in Hackney

ONE NIGHT IN HACKNEY!!!!!!!!!


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thank you for this weekend. all of you. :)

oh, and I'm moving to Hugo's place next to Atwater metro at the end of the month. :D :D
<3>

Pleez dun bother me, I iz looking @ pr0n

(i miss my computer.)

Not to sound emo or anything, but I kind of miss the days where I was high 24/7 and people's ignorance didn't bother me as much.
I'm sick of hearing the same stories over and over again. The same jokes, the same comebacks, the same giddy laughs at the end of a sentence quoted a little too often.

I've been trying to make sure I didn't have the presence of mind to burst in people's faces and punch them in the gonads before telling them they're douchebags and flying away like superman on meth.
Like at Hitched. I can't remember 90% of the party. I was going in between complete k-tard mode to egotistical coke head mode, but that was all after the drama unfolded (because we <3 drama). Funny enough, I had nothing to do with the whole thing, yet I had GIRLS (yes, GIRLS *shudder*) BAWLING THEIR EYES OUT ON ME. I stayed quietly in my corner while rocking back and forth staring at the floor, all the while thinking:'dooon't touch me, get off, get off, shoo, shoo!'

I've been doing coke too often these last couple of weeks. I mean... once a week but considering the fact that it used to be once every 3-4 months...
bleh.
o_+
Anyways.
On a side note, I forgot how fucking retarded having a crush was. The pixie dust has faded, alas..
*sigh*

Alright, no more emo-ness. It's a beautiful weekend, I hope you're all enjoying it <3.

Trap your Cells

So, like... I'm really bored and I don't feel like doing anything anymore.
*clap*
-clap-

Run in circles.