Alyshingamajiga

ravine of consciousness: me, i am the Soliloquy of the Solipsist;; sylvia plath incarnate. i live in a frustrating unreality. i wear picasso's blue-tinted shades. turning a particle of dust into a world, or a world into a particle of dust. velocity. secret beauties. Petrarchan sonnet. cellar door. ramona park. breaking free now. still a colorful wad of stagnated potential. i believe there is a shiny secret chamber in my brain waiting to be opened, waiting until i stumble upon its key. in the meantime, i make tea. when i was a little girl, i had all these weird thoughts, for example, the inches of space on my carpet, and if every inch of space has been touched by someone or something. love = esther sharise danielle. mm shampagnay. cigarros with papa dave. old at heart, old soul. Cherry st. more than 60% cocoa. i have clusterphobia. onomatopoeia, i are spelling pwnz0r. i are t3h w1n!!1. talk to me of supernovae or cicadae, radii, cactii, politzei, poop. i won't mind if you monopolize all my time. nick drake and i believe in magic. i wanna learn latin, wanna paint, wanna dance a dance that speaks my name, wanna learn how to blow glass, because someone told me i'd be good at it. i'll glass-blow a blue sky. like the way ray bradbury described the sky, as glass-blown, with his wonderful imagery. would i could unroll fields of lavender. but i can afterall, because to the poet, 2+2 is 5. just ask edward estlin. seeing the world through ee cummings eyes. one day reading pensively under the quiet plains of the midwest...i will find you. i have bad blood. and like all dark things, it stirs a curious measure of attraction. when the curious girl realizes she is under glass. don't be enticed by my profundity, for my roots are charred black. i vomit. so cheers, failed suicide off the 405. the only way for me to dream now is to sleep. i seek truth, so i give all the truth i can. i talk to myself at school. morphine is good. thesaurusitis- it's a legit disease. Djarum on church ballustrades. nocturne. pathetique. mazurka in a minor. exploring the infinite abyss, feeling infinite, infinity and beyond. existentially frustrated. you will probably never get to know the depth of me, but you can dip your feet in. INFP. spreader of love, lots, and strawberry jam. MySpying. sleep-dancin. keyboard jammin. jew-huntin. shakin n bakin. rockin and rollin. reelin and wheelin. dealin and stealin. disappointing expectations since 1990. buttercup, why do you build me up. the stars are too high, and the last step on the ladder is peace. hey, glad i'm not rain. global warming is a conspiracy and polar bears suck anyway. textual intercourse, haha. chick flicks, dick flicks, hell, magical bags of tricks. mathematics are for the short-sighted. doobie...brothers. english irish welsch french dutch german hungarian scotch russian POLISH french-canadian and ballin'. no lie. sitting on curbs, porches, and stairs. 5am. dancing in my dawnlit living room alone. park that car, drop that phone. i am attracted to some hippie ideals. no matter whether i am philosophizing, or catastrophizing, still often it does seem a pity that Noah did not miss the boat. Teenage Riot, you're It. bitch. if you learn just one thing about me, as i believe looking back at the combination of years and experiences forming the woman i am becoming, you should learn that despite my sadness and imperfections, i will secretly probably love you more than you love me. and that i'm the only one who will ever know how great i am. if i have made intricate various things chiefly which wrong your eyes (frailer than most deep dreams are frail)...the deepest apology i can muster. carpe diem, NBD, it's good. i plead temporary insanity.