tiny green and pink swell cut in the middle of your bowl-rimmed flesh

dad was yelling at me about how i should stop laughing or he's going to pull me over so i could catch the bus back home because you know how nobody's allowed to be happy over stupid things
we were in food stamp traffic and i was looking at the beach that they were going to build a mcdonalds on
and i saw a guy in a wheel chair at the public shower
his leg was blown off and he was laughing with this kid who was dancing on a puddle of cement water
splashing him

a top hat, a red bow tie

Because, before you know it, the wall of Everybody Sucks will rise up again and won't budge.

Just like our mothers say: "There's no reason to misunderstand anybody but me!"

you don't believe me. god, you do this every time.

I won't complain about how much I tend to love people, and it's too fun acting like I'm always playing the passive role.
[Even though I never am.]



I don't know what to eat. I don't know what to wash my hands with - spit or other peoples' words. I don't know which copy of the exerpt I'd better enjoy reading.
Will it be the crinkled, mad copy, or more like the cleaned-up pretentious one?
Which won't hurt me the most? Which won't slow my pacing down to make me think I'm just born like that?

I had very low self-esteem only once and it's never coming back again. My addiction to different mirrors was just as filthy as the cloud season. The dirtier the mirror, the more attractive I became. Everyone knows that it's the same deal in a relationship.
And I'm only indoors all the time because I throw myself away in public. Regret only after it has happened - I've never learned how to tell if I'd done something wrong.

Oh,
believe it or not but I think I care about getting in trouble.



As a kid, you always find those neato pictures that just draw you in saying "I'm apart of your personality that you don't even know about yet."

wow. her body looks more withered and her eyes are getting tired about something.

Meanwhile, I wish I weren't so naive being honestly happy to talk to people who wouldn't dare think of me when I leave. Except that I sure made Annoyance Gistory.

M: "I would kill to be a guy!"
H: "God told me he'd make you one if you did."

Too much fried blood. Not enough daylight.

on peut avoir votre foie?

I went on a family vacation once and watched my still-favourite movie that had a street junkie in love with a highschooler, and she ended up killing men to pay for eachother's apartment. This song reminds me of it and is the only tune I sing in the bathroom when I'm drunk [besides songs from Hedwig's Angry Inch]

There's no end to the love you can give
When you change your point of view to underfoot
Very good: you may be flat but you're breathing

And there's no doubt
He's at home in his room
Probably watching porn of you from the fall
It's last call and you're the last one leaving

And you thought you could change the world
By opening your legs
Well it isn't very hard
Try kicking them instead

And you thought you could change his mind
By changing your perfume
To the kind his mother wore
Oh God, Delilah, why?
I never met a more impossible girl

In this same bar where you slammed down your hand
And said, "Amanda, i'm in love"
No you're not
You're just a sucker for the ones who use you
And it doesn't matter what I say or do
The stupid bastard's gonna have his way with you

You're an unrescuable schizo
Or else you're on the rag
'Cause if you take him back
I'm gonna lose my nerve
I never met a more impossible girl

At four o'clock he got off and you called up
"I'm down at Denny's on Route One
And you won't guess what he's done"
Is that a fact, Delilah?
Larry Tap let you in through the back
And use his calling card again for a quick hand of gin

You are impossible, Delilah
The princess of denial
And after seven years in advertising you are none the wiser

You're an unrescuable schizo
Or else you're on the rag
'Cause if you take him back
I'm gonna lose my nerve

He's gonna beat you like a pillow
You schizos never learn
And if you take him home
You'll get what you deserve
I never met a more impossible girl

So don't cry, Delilah
You're still alive, Delilah
You need a ride, Delilah?
Let's see how fast this thing can go

---"Delilah" by The Dresden Dolls