Friday, April 30, 2010

heart stealer

Momma said dance because I'ma steal hearts and the lovers have arrived, where shall I start.
- theophilus london

Thursday, April 29, 2010

monster

monster. addictive and oh so taunting. monster. flaunting such gorgeous flare in your face. monster. sipping on your love like it's the best thing. monster. taking it's time and showing you wonderful things. monster. caught all of your attention. monster. makes your heart sputter. monster. beautiful in presentation, glorious in personality. monster. making you think of the most tempting things. monster. monster. whisper and wishes everything. monster. heart beating, fast fast like a techno song and there is much more hype to the soul. monster. perfect little imperfections you cant help but want to touch. monster. monster. a love bug bite right on the membrane and entire nonchalant way of making your crazy. monster monster. this entire feeling is huge. changing. full forcing. a monstrous size experience your enjoying throughly.

brand new vintage

screaming stupid. world wide humanity and nobody is going to stand up. a change in time, you changed your mind. your feelings, you've let them go like a balloon - up up and away. buhbye beautiful. speechless because you choose to shut up. and heartless because you've locked it up in a drawer, the vintage lock, the one i cannot pick. i've tried. i'm trying. broken bottles make no sound, muffled emotions - take a look around you. do you know what i mean? do you remember me. from day one. you can barely look at me and with such distance your lucky because your surviving and you will of coarse and you would have i know. and i dont wish you any harm, the opposite. i wish you all the love in the world and all my love to you and you dont want it. loud enough? cannot you not feel this. hardly speaking. not even the faintest recoginition in your eyes. and all i want is to admire you. take you time. let me absorb you. let me taste you. but you dont want. or you dont need. so you keep doing whatever your doing and im still going to be here, its down right sickening how madly and truly wound you've got me.

best match

anatomy of mascara, don't let those eyes fool you. shadow has got them defined, squinting out lies that you would have never noticed with out that perfect little line of liner which just enhances the whole appeal. looking for truth, stay away from the pupils of that bad ass chick. cheek bones, enhanced with a blushing effect, making even the more tough acting boys wanting to touch such bronze skin. settle for less they will, they aren't looking for anything golden. lips. perfectly drawn out lips with a pretty colour, do they taste as good as they look, all minds drawn to those lips and how the gloss is caught my the shine of his glasses and they are oh so delicious. just want to take a bite, hoping hope that they will bite back. lip prints they want to savour on their skin. this girl has got it going on. silky dress clinging in all the right places, stubborn heels she doesn't know to walk in so she's picked a play to stay in. stands her ground and talks her fluent body language because she knows it all way too well. the platform of her basis is to eat you up. use you abuse you, she knows just what to say. where to take you, what to do. she's using determined motions to capture you under her spell. until he walks in. fitted suit. short, skinny tie. those shoes that make a slight click on the floor that would make any girl come running expediently. he's define skin tone is mouth watering and the way he licks his lips would make any girl drop in a hurry. meeting eyes. the girl with the lies and the mysterious boy. she wants what she wants and she's trying to work him from across the room. he's not taking the bait. she's never experienced such a thing. she attempts to get closer and gets all too canny to envelope her when he has gotten all of her attention and like the slice of a quick blade, she's been played just like she's played every other suit in the building and the lies in her eyes are watering up and he can't help but tell her, honey i'm just like you but i never assumed to tell you the truth.

heavy light

snap back into gravity and feel everything kind of settle like dust in the air. and when everything is kind of tilted just turn your head and make it seem right because everything is happening and you cant control it. night sky is becoming hard to ignore and your eyes are only searching for more than clouds up there and your looking for a sign, like a big massive hit of realization. your flickering with the light. letting the bulb electrify and die. a water down wine and you don't even know the time, but lights are stabbing everything you think and all you want to do is shed some light with them, let me know. you've got to tell them before these lights give you a stroke.

spoken,

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

zoom zoom

Cars driving by, wiping your hair around your face. It gets caught in your eyes and you don't really care. A stream of headlights probes into your chest and your silently loving every minute of this. Stop lights flicker to a emerald green, pedal to the ground picking up speed. relaxed, unafraid - you feel out of your skull, mind blushingly insane and you don't even mind because nothing is there. and your going and going and it feels like your high up in the air and everything is kind of photo shopped, no glare. the night is kissing the sky goodbye and sun peeks heavenly into your eyes which make them almost wince, they squint at the pain it kind of strikes across them and you return it's beams with pupils discovering clouds you want to drive into. have them bellow around you and erase all the bad. a get away car - something you wish you had.

money grabber




Women dancing with slot machines, I ought to buy you a Wii Fit. Just walked into zombieland. This place is consuming and grotesque. The people stare. Fish bowl eyes topped with glassy icing, donut tops. Flashing lights gleam off of these machines that make or break people. Some people are feeling glorious and with the tap of a button feel like shit. Worthless, and with the spin of a wheel, content with dollars signs. A blood sucking, soul stealing - money raping machine but the lights are so pretty why the fuck not feed it, and try to get back excitement out of it. Worthless. Fulfilled. Unsatisfied. Enthusiastic. A windowless chamber of alcoholics and smoke with disco queen lights and champagne glitter, it always looks like night in here. But life is happening outside. A devilish entrapment housing eager hopefuls and promising nothing. People literally praying to God? Buddha? Satan? People clapping and cheering amongst people swearing and crying. Hands gripping cold machinery while others grip crisp fifties like this is the end of the world. Punching noises and a constant spin that's making me sick. Watching these people makes me kind of curious what they're going to do next. Pockets urging more pull, robot mouths only too happy to accept. A mildew carpet muffling the clicks of heels and old women with mustaches, men drinking beer. Gooey lipped people all drooling and sorts, a pandemic of participation in a game of rape, pillaging through the house and these minds are all too preoccupied so they clap and boast about mediocre things and cross their fingers behind their backs. Clutch the crosses around their necks. And swear to god that their big win will come next. For heaven's sake these people are all spent out, any no where close to backing out.

whisky business

pour him another, that boy's not going anywhere tonight. he's got a mind full of business, stubborn intellect. he's trying to rock the boat, drinking the nectar out of the prettiest of bottles but the gentlemen serving him makes him wonder just how pretty this could turn out, just how poisonous this stuff could be. he drinks and drinks and thinks and thinks. everything going down with a burning sensation. he has it working at a pace that is closing in all spaces, his eyes become beady and start shooting around, his heads in the sky but it feels heavy like sand. he's a bottomless pit, drinking like mad. he drinks for sudden numbness and a instant cooling that washes over his entire being. he lights feeling light, touching his thoughts with his tongue without a worry and the reflection of himself in the light is alway much more appealing than anything he had ever seen sober. he touches his thoughts. holds them in the fuzzy static that this oozing nectar creates for him. a swimming pool of jello, he feels like he might melt and he wouldn't even mind, so he orders a double and it's a race against time. him and a mindful of thoughts, drunken stuttering has got him trying to talk, and he even does mumble certain little truths that no one tries to catch because they think he's an absolute mess. risky business this man has got himself into, drinking his truths and trying to shoot the world with his insight. sober up and get your head straight, your mind will follow without such pounding mistakes.

rocky horror picture



"give yourself over to absolute pleasure.
swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
- erotic nightmares beyond any measure,
and sensual daydreams to treasure forever.
can't you just see it? don't dream it, be it."

-franknfuter
hard knocks,
open tough locks.
- stussy.

word hunt

so you feel something so intense you speak freely about it. the words seep over your lips and its a rather beautiful. the positioning and the way the feel against your tongue are all perfect. they word. their impact is strong. but then you feel something better, something amazingly indescribable but you try because this needs to be shared, whatever your feeling is so beautiful so prestigious that you want to explode with the fabulous energy it makes your entire body bounce with. so you try. you give it your best shot and you end up jumbled and absolutely speech this. this is all very new to you. positioning and impact are limited because you have never had to opportunity to explain such emotion before. and you try. and you'll try against and you think and think and think and try to wrap your mind around it and it doesnt work but you gave it your best shot and as you get more literary in love with the feeling you turn to your expressive mojo to concrete it. to make it something you can say but it must be perfect. i'm working on it. the contagion of the greatest metaphors laced with just how i feel so that you can try and just try to understand what i mean. makes sense?

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

addicted

infectious happiness

the sun is crashing and the glitter is fascinating the people are screaming and everyones laughing people want to be low but their moving at millions of miles and they feel alive and everything is moving at the speed of light and when they try to think about just whats happening it all comes out in one sentence no punctuation and they cant decide weather this sentence is moving forward of backwards or if their own mind is crazy and its just a simple state of insanity lights casting up and down all around and alive alive alive they feel and the time is coming to an end like a tilt a whirl they are still unsure when but they dont complain about such madness they wont let this experience change them they will take entire benefit from such thing and touch it tuck it away in the hidden spots within their pockets and wait for someone astounding to share such infecting happiness with moving moving infectious happiness lighting up lighting up amazing

leapcycle

dangerous at first. you wobble and stray. but it's close to the corner of your mind and you dream about it. suddenly. like you didn't know it was there. like your mind had closed in on something and when you sleep it decides to bring it out and show you, show you just how much it does mean to you. and your excited. your heart leaps at the experience and you cant stop. wanting. want. more. so you go for it. and its a rush. its lovely and sky rocketing and you can taste the clouds as you ever imagined them. photography options on the real world and were painting flowers like they do in that story but were using these fabulous colours and make it like riding a bike. fast and explosive, but calming and thoughtful. you enjoy it. you want more. more more more. company. always wanting more. so selfish. push you off your bike so you can get a scratch. you've got one on your heart and its a pretty little thing you dont want to disguise, only want to scream at the loudest of decibels and tell anyone who is willing to hear you that your feeling incredible. and it wont matter if they catch your drift. because your cash landing into this. this want of more. this wanting of such adoring company. tiny star cut outs to grace my sky because like a romeo and juliet thing minus the CANT. this can happen, let it.
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peace and love

hands joining at the fingertips. smiles forming as lips touch lips. endless heartbeats which play their favourite song. peace in their minds helps them carry on. affectionate sustainability and touches that feel close to infinity. melting away each others miseries, paces that quicken such velocity and seize one another's desires so they can be placed under the scope and heightened to ultimate levels. friendship, companionship. their voice of reason and eager to listen to their opinions. a playful laugh which keeps them close knit and eye contact that has got them smitten and head over heels, bewitched. a story tale of genius hearts. a reality of strikingly flamboyant shooting stars that are causing the most star crossed lovers to weigh their truths out loud to one another. i'm trying to tell you..

feel












drifting closer, from a random breeze of understanding. it knows more than you could ever imagine. you don't question its gentle push because you no more than anything that it's what you want. gentle bubbles, thats how you feel. like you could pop any moment, a fear you'll disappear. a rainbow effect, you wish the light had on everything. yet it picks and chooses just what to notice. and if your lucky enough youll notice those things too because they are beautiful, just like you. and when you feel like you could possibly pop. hold on to the fact that you've got my heart. and if you do decide that you dont want that heart no longer, i wont be disappointed to know you from the start. and as you continue to float along my sky. i would wonder just how high you could go and when you made it to the peek of your humanity i will simply remind you, how lovely you are too me. and if you dont believe me, because i feel that you may not always believe me, i will remind you with a gentle kiss - which will remind you how it feels to feel like this.

reminder

pretty

prettiest touch like a dream you can't quite wake. and a lapsing feeling you don't want to escape. beautiful prints and wonderful taste. a captivating experience, urging a quickening pace. and when your heart begins to think and your mind begins to hammer thats when you no somethings the matter, and not in the sense that this is all wrong, in the sense that something is truly happening. so don't you ignore your delicious little heart because it can melt your mind like wonderful chocolate and what a scene that would be. mindful - your heart and your mind suddenly in sync and you decide to push one or the other out of the way and well its usually the heart to suffer but hearts are usually interconnected, so if you dismiss yours then you'll dismiss another's that is only totally in love with yours. and your mind will conquer and begin to swell missing out on that massive heart in your chest you've left void so you dont have to stress. but my dear friend, smile with your teeth and let me see them shake with such heart beat rattling them because you can't break this feeling. so slow down for just a moment of your time. and let your mind and heart shake hands, for a beautiful something is happening now and you shouldn't fret that it's happening, now.

take a walk

jump start. get a grip on your heart. today is a brand new day and you should hit this bitch head on. indulge fashion - take a walk around the world and see just about everything. nothing can be censored to you, so why no straight embrace such a place and rock the world until the next daybreak. mindful, you'll wander into some fake but don't let it break - just about everything your striving for. and before your heart can start to race begin such scene with excellent grace and don't let your eyes faultier your superior to an evil place. with a golden mind and a lightening bolt attitude, you can do anything no matter time. just stand up yes, and don't you forget. nobody can tell you different so agree your the best.

Monday, April 26, 2010

busy body


sleepless. the sheep have even grown tired of my counting and skipped off to a field of lovely greens to rest their fluffy heads. the stars are twinkling with such light they threaten me with dimming down if i don't call it a night. the monsters under my bed are snoring peacefully and i'm still awake. sleepless. the paper has ran out of lines and the ink out of pen. the house breathes a sleepy pace and all the rooms home slumbered faces. i sneaking suspicion of secret energy sending surges of bits into my skull making my mind speed up and quicken with thoughts and ideas and wonderful things. imagination awake. sleepless. body has grown heavy, not in the mod to dance but to shut down, relax. but the energy is causing a rain of bubbles to pop against my entire self making it difficult to just shut off. sleepless. i look to the sky an start to count moonbeams for i know they will not fail me and when they do become tired too, the sunbeams will replace them and everything will be fresh, brand new.

unreal

universal love affairs

sunrise. sunset. the story of our lives, but today i saw the sun up and a shadow of the moon. i think when that happens, when you can see the faint distinction of both, at the same time. the sun and the moon must enjoy each others company and are thankful for both finding time to be. a happy little affair to be remembered. a wonderful generosity of universal love that let's people know it's okay. as long as you enjoy the company and are enthralled with such being, it shouldn't matter. the moon and the sun have this lovely love affair that takes place in the sky above us and let's love in the form of sunbeams and stardust shine upon or skins and draw us closer to one another. the sun and the moon. happy. together. if they sun and moon can have such precious moments don't begin to think your looking at a different sky. earthbound you can do the same. universal love affairs.

depressed? son.

something undefined and kind of strange. you feel it in the pit of your stomach and everything kind of sizzles like pop rocks along your heart, it scares you. shakes you up. you can't quite wash it away. you try. the water punching you everywhere. your senses are electrified but still you feel ultimately consumed. it strikes your entire mind and you don't know where to turn. little heart attacks with the light on and can't say just what your feeling because the words wouldn't describe proper placement of such enveloping emotions that are battling your persona. a wrecking pull, tugging you down and suffocating you from the inside out. little knives. i'm scared and i don't know what's really happening. but it's happening. and i don't know what to do . i'm not scared like a horror movie, and i'm not scared because it's a sense of the unknown.. but i am scared of how whatever this is makes my heart race in consuming ways and makes my entire mind expand with such efforts.

click

i saw a firework friday night.
when i caught it's picture in the sky,
i kind of thought the light post took a perfect position. making it look like one of the wishes you find in the fields and you pick and blow the little seedlings away and it all kind of makes you smile.
it's kind of perfect.

jackson

costello

kicking bones

it's kind of a feeling. you wake up and your on a roll. y'know? your entire mind is encouraging you to just do it. like a nike commercial minus the sweat and sports equipment, but maybe it's entirely the same because your smiles are your sweat. it what keeps you going. to throw on something awesome and design a whole scene that you feel to be true to yourself, and if it means something to you then you can do anything with it. all you ned is a little faith. and then the pen, the paper, the clothes, the idea, your fucking mind - now thats your sports commercial. and your doing it for the love and your fucking loving what your doing and it feels extremely intense and you cant help but dance around in your room with a single on repeat because you love the hook and the feature so you keep it blaring and you throw on some jeans and start ripping them yourself and then its all going smooth you got ink smudging, music blaring, ideas forming, and this entire space that your going to wreck up beautifully. its a good scene. sometimes i dress the way my ideas. its all very infecting. i kind of love it ; it's a new canvas everyday and fuck the paint brush i'm diving in face first, enjoy.

drive

jump into your drive and do your thing. the world is at your entire demise. make it come alive and scream in the face of those who believe in your failures. a rapid road of blistering fears that you cannot be weary about, grab hold of the reigns and drive your mind hard into those fears and when they try to cling to your skin, do not be scared to shake them off because you are much stronger then that. an umbrella of hopes you've got a bucket full of sunshine and you must indulge. slip a straw into the cosmos above, this galaxy is your slurpee. enjoy the colours and allow them to fuel your drive. do not give up your drive. no reverse. this is a stunning heel on the most beautiful shoe, a gorgeous leg of elegant strut that allows your drive too be outrageous. drive. you've got it in you. you may be just flesh and blood, but you need to never keep moving forward. rise above and in a haze of furry drive on. a beautiful drive. drive.

walking happy

a beautiful floral that will capture your eyes and urge for the scent to come alive and pop your senses with such pretty delicates that you'll wish it was much more than just a picture. a dutiful appraisal that makes bumble bee blossoms cling to the most uncanny hearts and allows sunbeam kisses to raise down across your entire self that allows you to feel humble like just after rain, fresh and decorative like a warm cake. an obedient playlist of absorbing tracks that are releasing an unusual happiness into your blood and as your heart becomes heavy in your chest and pumps life faster into you, you can feel this release transitioning into every little action. you blink happiness. walk with a strut of happiness, even breathing encourages a happy notion inside of you. its all provoking you to be happy and with the right state of mind, maybe you'll get there.

ripping together

A bargain he wants the opportunity to haggle. A position she has taken, which has her feet glued to the floor. She can't help but stand up for what she wants. He rocks on his heels, unsure of what to do. Where to go. The moment came and she grab it with her hands, he tried to shake it into a chaotic motion but she kept calm, carried on. Remembering bubbling desires that made chills run up and down his spine. Captured moments replayed over and over again in their minds. A continual reel of yummy kisses they urge to come alive. They acted apon desire. And now they're suffocating without it. And the question that keeps pricking their hearts, well, how could it be so wrong? Yet his restrictions and her heart beat are causing this limited pain and a craving, a longing for togetherness.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

hunt

Like picking flower petals she ended on forget me not. It made her insides smile, she was caught. She became the hunter to keep him her hunted love. Drawn by smiles and slight acknowledgment she was attracted to everything about him. Quality was fabulous, a pretty picture painted his canvas and the quantity, he was so much more than anyone could imagine. So inspiring it gave her the ultimate rush. Fully aware, he enjoyed such style of attention. However, he urged to be the hunter and ended up the hunted. Consumed with unshakable rushes he agreed to himself that his heart was much smarter than his head but pushed forward with the rational notions that spun above, ignoring the rapid beats which pushed him to her. He continued conventionally. He longed to hunt her. She hunted his attention. He was her hunt. She wanted to be his.

don't die

write

free your mind

let's travel through space and time, for everything out there is mine and i'm about to conquer the entire thing, fall from grace - i'll help you up. try and survivor, what are you doing with your head now, raise it up and don't look down, get them in the clouds where all is sound, it's a rocket ride through your mind and you will soon find and discover such precious things you didn't know were within you, but yes - knock knock they are apart of you don't turn off the light and keep them in the dark let them out and roam like a hungry hungry shark and you will soon get to see just what your all about when you let your mind walk and allow your mind to talk and you may feel lost, and at moments a little tossed but do not be alarmed for you are the boss and at any given time you can certainly take control, but i would hesitate a lot before i close up shop and lock the goddamn door.

life

"We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all."

Jonathan Safran Foer

vibrant cigarette

Cigarette drawn to beautiful lips. Kiss me deadly. A begging of such sickly exotic poison I want to flood me. Jagged marks, I can only imagine how it will be visible along my skin. Dripping like a raging junkie, a coughing fiend of interference. A smokey haze of identified feelings being inhaled through luscious lips and exhaled before white teeth, white like egg and I can see the yoke already staining my heart. The snort of such efforts releasing insanity into your membrane and you look at me through different eyes and the sockets become heavy and unaware of time and your head fills with everything but me and your itching to remember, remember what you've forgotten and your tongue becomes heavy in your mouth and your words fall out like broken rocks. Crashing. You being to sleep with such pretty dreams of me. Vibrant floral and monday music drums light against your skin and you wake up, remembering. Communication more concrete, less brittle and I wonder what will happen next. Crashing. Crash into me. You are a drug too me.

champagne bullets

champagne bullets are being shot into beautiful dresses. what elegant battles they will survive. lips are stained with encouraging colours which urge hips to shake. eye lashes batting the most outrageous beats causing bodies to sway and shimmy in the most appealing ways. eyes become hungry for fingertips and drive desires, ruthless and honest, touching truths and lies isn't a matter of the issue, its the matter of the touch. sticky like Velcro, they don't dare try to pull away from this heated passion. sugary sweat pelts beautiful bodies and what a scene. a glittery embodiment of everything risky taking action in a distant location pushing people to the envelope and applauding their filthy desires. a congratulating affair and if you weren't there.. well honey you better try and stare into the souls of these menacing creatures which participated. Cheap tricks and no manual, a yummy frenzy of simultaneous affections effecting, effecting.

addiction

a bullet of elevation that rises souls much further than anything. a bustle of beautiful colours brightening your sky as if the sun is out at night. a soft injection of citrus poison that magnifies things to electric elements, you had no idea even existed. delicate manners crumbling to even the slightest pressure, pinpoint. a rush of beautiful people all reaching out for the same things. to experience something much more than what everyone sees. dancing to no music you feel at ease and yet still anxious for glory. striving for a quick fix, worried that you won't get to pack everything. stay wide eyed wonderful - the monster monster packed your bags a week ago, focus on the streaks of love that have made everything light and caress it with tender eyes for the sun will rise and the moon fill fall away for a couple hours times but all the while your mind will keep its image tucked safely within your lockbox of ideas and those are yours. forever yours, a drug like moment of such everlasting taste. a drug, everything is happening and you cant help but be a d d i c t e d.

galaxy scotch

Drowning from the inside out. A sudden clutter of nonesense that I urge to make sense. When was the last time I crossed your mind? I can hardly get you inches away from mine. Twisted feelings in the side of my heart makes me feel tipsy, like a hard scotch, I wonder why my heart is so effected and the centre of me is effecting every other part of me. Walking hazard. I'm a mess. Words are foaming and I can't surpress such things, I'm silently screaming such deep things, listen closely and hear it ooze out of my pores, invisible everything that means the world too me bubbling up and over and out and up in the air it goes, catch it if you dare and try and grasp just what i'm trying to tell you. galaxy girl with bursting stars, i'm here - grounded and entirely earthbound but what's earth to you because i've searched and i just can't find you, but if you ever come across those bubbles, if your not looking for anything heavy don't let the lightness fool you because they are bursting at the seams. 

make love

fast love industry

he is no burger king but he makes her smile like a happy meal. and when he speaks to her she gets these bell type feelings wrapped super close to her heart like a taco. she's sweet like a milkshake and her tongue is like the cherry on top. they indulge in cheesy truths to one another and are always in the mood to ketchup. their kisses are like the toy to the children's meal and it never get's old or out of style. they could play kisses all day and all night. they write letters on receipt paper and with them nothing ever stays long on the tray. he's crispy like golden french fries and she's hot like a potato. wendy and harvey are jealous of their contentment but all in all, they don't really care because their happy like a happy meal and their are unlimited amount of kisses at their lips.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

recorded,

fight tune

Fight fight against the beat. Try to let it consume you. Offer yourself willingly. Allow it to beat you up, ruff you up. Fight fight. The music just can't get a grip. Your mind is louder than any dj and your not sure what to do next. Lay down and close your eyes, allow thoughts to slowly kill you until sunrise or stay awake, push it harder. it give you bass like a punch in the fast but not hard enough to knock you out. Fight fight. Your screaming for the music to catch your breath and for you to fall flat on your face. Fight fight. Knocked out. Music, escape.

laughing motion

as if your heart is about to burst with such amazing colours and catch the light of a disco ball casting your heart across everyones faces. would you mind? i mean, if they took a peek inside. some looks will be lustful and others will be drunk but you must be mindful. do you really give a fuck what the looks casted your way mean, not in the least bit should this concern you. and yet you strut your stuff and you are free. and if anyone is about to tell you different, well, what are you waiting for? tell them different. tell them what you know, what you feel. because they can never amount to what you feel and what you feel is true. and work with what your feeling and youll make it. i promise to you that if you were too fall apart because someone else is about to make a mockery of your character. LAUGH. i ask you to laugh in their faces and come across a little mad because we're all mad like a hatter and in a world full of abnormal everyones looking to be normal, but what is normal.. do you have a clean cut one street answer so that i may now serve normal with a piece of pie? i dont think so sweetheart. and how do you feel about such crashing emotions rushing into your entire being that want to climb out of your mouth and on the plate before me so that i may eat them and feel you. i get you. speak to me. use your words. because ultimately i am me and i will never change. and you are you and i would love to just begin to try and understand such personality. i am here. haven't left. life is good and i'm loving the cake. try and tell me differently, i'll listen and state my case accordingly.

musical drug

like a sickening track you can't get out of your head, the beat is filtered throughout your whole body and your not sure what your going to do about it but the way it makes your feet tap and slam into the floor is worth all the wild times and you don't even mind that your hair is getting messy and your nylons are ripping with the sheer vibration of that track. like a drug. i need a lighter, light me up and smoke that in. delicious times for delicious memories and your not quite sure whats going to happen and the end is the least of your worries as long as your join in now and skip to the music. make a funny face and you'll be sure to remember me lover because i'm going to dance to that track all night. crazy music making me shake and it's so visible, take a look ; take a chance.

JL

remember this kids,

don't be afraid. you were once a child. just because you bones have grown and you know a little more doesn't mean you have to be all grumpy. remember. remember. remember.
my beanie babies have been replaced with shoes. jackets. nylons. my colouring book has been replaced with napkins. journals. a blog. television shows like; hey arnold. rugarts. full house. have been replaced with minimal television watching, or movies of all sorts. my children's books have been replaced with authors like Ellen Hopkins. Chuck Klosterman. James Frey. my J14 has been replaces with Nylon. Vogue. LuLu. my clothes; OshKos B'Gosh, Tommy Hilfiger. Baby Gap. has been replaced with; H&M. Forever21. American Apparel. my ring pops and candy jewelry have been replaced with Betsey Johnson. vintage knickknacks. my orange rubber boots and light up sneakers have been replaced with heels sharp as knives. high top sneakers. flats. lace up boots. my school bag that one i wore on my back and then upgraded to the messenger style has been replaced with purses. clutches. saddle bags. my lip smackers has been replaced with light glosses, tints and flavours limited but welcoming. i love all these things. i like remembering all the things i've transitioned from. all the things that are still very much a part of me. i miss my overalls and silly putty days. remember all the things you gushed over. pokemon cards. pogs. lite brite. gameboy. stick on earrings. spice girl lollipops. skip its. hop scotches. cooties. VHS. go fish. temporary tattoos. blowing bubbles. swinging so high on the swing that chains would buckle. letters to santa and giving everyone a valentine's day card. remember. remember. remember. remember. remember. never never never forget.

chunk

a little chunk that you can mend and flex to fit your mood. a attention getter but not the whole concept of wearing it. a little piece of jewelry that has a meaning to me, is pretty to you, and the rest of you don't really care for it. silly bling bling girls wearing their accessories because they think they must. no care, no like or dislike, its popular - what the heck. a little chunk that can make you remember something, can make you have fun with it. can kiss your heart in the quitest of ways. a little chunk of laughter that you can carry around your neck. along your wrist, across your finger. it's not just about the appeal and the cost and the amount of little rocks it's housing. all in all its just a material. make it something better. make it have a purpose of such intensity, allow it to have a story that it's not just another chunk sitting in your jewelry box. a chunk of fun. happiness. it's all real no matter how fake you think it is. a chunk much more than you'll realize.