Don't listen to me, I'm just being cubist. |
Today feels like satisfaction, like walking by an open window and feeling the sun on your skin.Old music is so comfortable. Soft tenor scritch scratch voices through a stereo and dancing on my G...
Posted by paper girl on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 07:48:00 PST |
and the stars will burn my skin. |
Somewhere in those eyes will hide defenseless skin and rainbow static walls. Nurtured needless senslessness: the easiest escape from claustrophobic countenances of growing knowing and the facts ...
Posted by paper girl on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 08:25:00 PST |
A droll interjection... |
Tango Macabre
~les puppettes
One night on the wind
That crept 'neath the trees
Came a breath of the breeze
Laced with doubt
And then I crept, too,
Into the midnight
Alone, all alone,
Was I drea...
Posted by paper girl on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 08:45:00 PST |
Maybe I was just miscolored, maybe I'm a starving scar. |
Today I cried at band practice.
Today did not go well.
My disfunctionality picked up some nice momentum apparently and manifested itself in a fantasy involving some close to me dying.
Sometimes, thing...
Posted by paper girl on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 09:56:00 PST |
maybe I'm a silly girl. |
I have this amazing habit of blowing things out of proportion and getting upset over really stupid stuff.I just do.But sometimes I feel that it is exceedingly justified, and this is one of those times...
Posted by paper girl on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 03:49:00 PST |
I guess 'swinger' didn't mean what I thought it meant. |
I have a Burberry Brit candle and it's making me swoon.
I want to have a party to celebebrate the 'awesome' that is this candle.
I also want to have a swing party. Maybe next weekend. Hm....
Posted by paper girl on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 01:20:00 PST |
I think this makes me a traitor. |
Yeah.
I finally got bored enough to play with Myspace.
If you want to kill me... that's probably fair.
Posted by paper girl on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 12:05:00 PST |
