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i don't know why i want to voice this out loud. it's therapeutic somehow.
if i could tell the world just one thing it would be. that we're all OK. and not to worry. cause worry is wasteful. and useless in times like these. i won't be made useless.
i stopped going to the places where the people act so nasty & pretentious cause i'm happy sitting with my friends on sidewalks singing songs. so i'll curate some situations and make my job a big vacation and i'll say,
'FUCK BUSH AND FUCK THIS WAR.'
i'll stick daffodils in my dreadlocks. jewels in my nose. bars above my eyes and bells on my skirts. i'll burn my insence. i'll bide my time. i'll blow my tunes. and i'll write my words. i'll find my life love. and i'll burn his name into my heart. and he'll sing. and twirl. and burn. and dance. and smile. and i'll clumsily strum my guitar. because thats the way i like it. i'll walk bare footed through the city streets. step on glass. and bleed. bleed for everyone who suffers. i'll make a booth and sit there everyday. waiting for people to accept. that my hugs. are life changing. my buiness will boom and all the profits will go to those who don't know how to smile. i'll stand up for whats right. i'll raid the op-shops and the flea-markets. and dress. the way. i. want. i'll jump around at concerts. high on life. the atmosphere. and the music. and i'll dance through parks and garden beds. for all i care. i dont. i'll take your picture. and frame your face. to hang you on my wall. and admire you all day. everyday. one day. i'll read your palm. your tarot cards. and your mind. i'll invade your space. and turn heads. but you'll love it. because sometimes. i'll extend my fingers. and stretch my arms. to envelope you. in all the love i have. because in the end. only kindness matters ...
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My Blog

i like to sew.

congratulations. whilst you slept, i stitched our palms together.there is such a pretty, little mess that ive left upon your sheets. the sickeningly, sweet smell of our blood is making me high. takin...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:17:00 GMT

instruments.

and i can feel your fingers threaded through my heart strings. delicately plucking at that dormant harp that lays caged and cob webbed within my chest. the fragility of my soul echos in my ears. the e...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 16:16:00 GMT

Stinky Stuff

once i knew a little girl, who refused to eat. she just banged her head against the floor and didn’t sleep for a week. Both her parents were mentally delayed and they lived in constant fear that...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 07:11:00 GMT

Suicide is Painless

they sat there, in silence, staring blankly at the dead road. the pounding of the rain on the window pane, cracked the windscreen. avoiding his eyes she divulged in the ground. and just as the rain cr...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:57:00 GMT

picture, perfect, pathetic.

their silhouette's drowned within the sunset, nonchalantly disappearing. and he painted those words for her, like monet painted the sky. the distorted brush strokes and iridescent colours melted into ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 09:19:00 GMT