stonedsour's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Airbrush Pasty faced polaroids, sifted through And snivelled over, processed and Printed for the public, law and order. A trembling guileful finger parts the curtains at the middle. A split second glance and the folds affix, a shadow is cast and withdrawal re-kindled. ..."Ohhh that poor hermit!" This pixilated stranger, the rainbow flushed out of her cheeks. plastered up telegraph polls or pinched and pickled iron railings, grinning out of context with the other poltergeist angels. Pin-ups for the media seagulls come to pick-clean our moral fibres. Scapegoats for Johnny Environ and the artisans to turn fairy godmother ambushing the bereft with their magic wands and devoirs. ..."ohhh let's all hold hands and make a chain of hope!" Endearing video footage reeled out for bulletins and broadcasts, talk shows, tabloids and commercials. (but what of all the other absent souls) ..."Ohhh Isn't she a model child, in her jim-jams hugging her beloved mother and friends" Now show the one with the rising damp basement, clogged up with wall to wall padding and blacked out lightbulbs coated in nail varnish. Check out the blood-spurned and splintered broom handle hidden in the scuzz-Bucket and the headless yet oh so precious memories where I scratched out my face with a jittery and jagged fingernail. ..."Ohhh what a darling!, would you look at the fine stitching on the voodoo doll, oh and with the heated pins and everything... such a clever girl eh?" What's the matter? My surrogates for self abuse not marketable enough for you? ...Smile! 2:28 p.m. - 2004-05-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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