when no one's watching

[concretekiss]

something must've happened last night. i woke early & feeling serene like i'd had the sweetest dream (as opposed to the cop-rape one) but i can't remember what it was, so i put whipcream in my coffee & pretended to be a belly dancer in my room, to celebrate.

if you do not confess what you truly feel you in turn protect that which is most tender of you, yet disservice yourself by censorship, pretense, or facade. of course the theory is subjective to different situations, but it is rolling around in the back of my thoughts, slamming into the windows on sharp turns.

i've been ignoring alot of responsible things. i don't check my mail for days & when i do i put it in a stack with the other unopened stack. i don't save my receipts or check my bank balance. i am living on the edge, just like triple x.

but today we celebrate eeyore's birthday in the park where last year i met a silver man!

Comments

Re: hi pretty

[flightviolation.livejournal.com]

hahahaa! we don't need no steenkin mail. we are like stephen segal & jean claude vandam. i'm segal

ooo me too, chicita. we would ro-ho-hoock this town. i will put you on my People to Meet Before I Die list.

Re: hi pretty

[ladynoblebarnes.livejournal.com]

Just call me Jay Cee Vee Dee

I hope you see lots of silver men today and no silverfish.