courtea l y n n. [r.i.p remy]

An unconstant stream of thoughts. a small individual ponders while downing a brewed, milked and sugared liquid and observing the desert lights.
Who criticizes all she sees?
yes. Would analyze a sneeze?
who loves and hugs her own disease.
Im court. I love sushi. I love the doors. I smoke a lot. I brush off compilment quickly and at times critically. I daydream a lot it feeds my imagination. I strive to expand my perspective beyond details to see the larger order and underlying pattern of creation. I love anything associated with the state of art. I yearn for personal freedom including expression of free will; for change, variety and constant new opprotunity. The new, the unusual, the progressive, the unique- are where my enthusiams are. Iam a bit of an introvert and extrovert. Fuck religion dont force your shit on me im not religious at all but im highly spiritual. Im constanly moving. Always thirsty. Im an aspiring cosmatologist. I only have my septum pierced. Thats all. In dreams emotions are overwhelmed. I just really want a volkswagon golf. Im the pretty girl that hangs with all the guys but doesnt fuck any of them.
i can't, I can't take it easily, I won't, I won't let it gravel me. But I transgress, Born into sin, Born into current. I can't comply to a compliment. I won't quietly ask for it, And the current still drags me in, Slow down. I won't swallow it logically. I see, I'm barraged by dollar signs. Show me in to permanent sleep. Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke, Your mind being pulled out of your head. Noise fills your thoughts, Inhaling to catch your breath with every heartbeat. Swallow your pride, The strychnine's benign, Dissolve your cyanide, Enchant all my lies. Discretely confined, Coagulate my designs. Am I seeing so clear, Original sin is a hoax. Ready? The ones that set us free. Tell me where are all the good times? I'm a lost cause, Sailing off course. I'll be good for you. I'll be waiting for the daze, I've got a handful of the antidote. I'm working out I'm by the head of an angel. I cant believe that I'm too blind to see. Oh, Tell me where are the good times? I'm a lost cause, Sailing off course.