stream

Welcome to life. This sad mandatory plane of existence which anything a woman-born must endure. And yes, caesarians do count as woman born, you did gestate there for a several months didn't you? Its a sordid, depressing plane of existence and if you don't think so, you're probably in denial.

But that's okay.

You see looking at my downward spiral, I will inevitably end up with no friends in 10 to 20 years.

But that's okay too.

I just don't care anymore.
-End stream of consciousness.-

SOS God.

life out of control.

The Funeral Portrait
Opeth

You wait by the window
Morning's breath on the sill
Idle hands given another try
So you wait and you savour the moment
Outside the canvas turned white
Ruby eyes in the fog
Rain washing clean all the sins
A liquid gown that covers all
Your loathe turns endless
Opened mirage soothes your sense
Locked on the pinnacle
The best secret within
Like a derelict child
Heart burning for a stranger
Ascending to the meek
Flock round the liars in awe
Caked in the soil beneath
Fear me when we meet
Turn away in admiration
My firm grip round the nucleus of joy
Enough of this
You will leave me now
You will see it now
Perish at my hands
Close to you
Tangled up in hair
Fresh stigma look
Shall I take you with me
And it is cold
Ruby eyes in the fog
It is me
And you are just like them all
Stained by the names of fathers
I'm greeting my downward fall
Leaving the throes to others

Doors.

Good morning sunshine!
I am sorry to disappoint, I am still alive, most unfortunately, but well: c'est la vie.
I promise I will have an interesting note up on this spot soon!
However briefly,
Life hasn't been too good to me this year, thus far. I've encountered no end of vicissitudes upon the major things in life. Its been rather depressing. Maybe I should do the American thing and start poppin' prozacs like m&ms
I pray that God will open a door for me.