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Bella Morte
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2004-07-18 05:23:37 (UTC)

pergatory memos

i sat in the room. i didnt really want to. i realize,
somewhere it has registered, how badly my grammar has
declined thru my laziness and determination to simply write
and correct later. i never go back and corretly punctuate
anything. rob is probably cursing his head off if he still
bothers reading this and subconsciously rewriting my text
into a more appropriate and pleasing format for such he
alone is capable. its an awesome realization. i fail to
recall much of the events of today. i slept-in thank
heavens. oh. i was blessed with a circiut breaker of some
sort... breaking and leaving my room in an utter and pith
opaqueness in which i now bask in front of the battery
powered lap crap ticking away into the humid night. i fell
after the edge of the world today. if such a ledge exists.
that's exciting, right? its a swell way to die. die. like
the sad little grecian ships crashing upon the rocks. i know
now that it wasn't actually the sirens that lured them to
their deaths. it was the rocks. i dreamt of the rocks,
beneath the cliff. huge white rocks glittering in lavender
and amber hues woven thru the mist of myth, coated in the
dust of diamonds. it was the rocks. how silly of me. life
isn't so bad. there is much fun to be had. once one has
figured out the hading, its quote easy. read a book. that is
what i love. old books. physical, worn, yellow brittle and
jaded with weepy little covers and pages that smell like
wisdom. what does wisdom smell like? patchouli and dust and
moss and an empty closet. i love empty closets. not many of
those around anymore, what with so many skeletons to fill it
with, not to mention all the worthless junk people gather to
themselves. what so we die with? pride? maybe. we lose
twenty-one grams of weight when we die. isn't that
something? EVERY ONE does. twenty-one grams of what?

well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus smile that's running round
butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
that's all she ever thinks about
she's riding with the wind

when i'm sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles she gives to me free
it's alright, she says, it's alright
take anything you want from me, anything
anything, yeah

well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus smile that's running round
oh, butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
that's all she ever thinks about
she's riding with the wind, yeah

yeah yeah yeah yeah little wing

~def leopard


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