stonedsour's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perpetual Asthma The brush lazily scratches my face, bristles bleed the brittle gums, hung forcibly with a dejected peg swinging arm on my lop sided frame aimlessley patters the cold morning tiles with scarlets best. scribbling my love letter to insomnia ridiculing the black toe and spoiler warnings, tumbling down the stair with the melancholy hung bare in the daylight of monologue drawings. My flowering nonsense withering in its princely vase. My empowering performance garnering death like dusty tapes about social amputees and typecast decadence. My towering concordat of personal archetype shifting stupidly in the charms of the gregarious mumblings that boom beneath me, heaving louder than I, to mock yet greet me. ...so Uncouth and distant. ...My asthmatic future... ...The more I know, the less I have time for it, oh do shut up, do shut up and accept this. 2:36 p.m. - 2004-05-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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