blabbery.
eunicee jotted on Monday, July 09, 2007 @ 8:11 PM
Sleepless night spawn this out of me.
Insomnia.
Surrealism.
Inept,
twirling around Life's fingers,
how we never seem to control Heart and Soul.
Revolve about Life's repetitive squabbly monologues,
like mindless chatter and echoes in
my empty vessel.
Halt.
Let me tune off the garbage and flashing lights.
Let me,
be tucked into my bed of sand
covered with my blanket of stars
plugged solely into Pebbles playing
Bizzare Love Triangle by Frente
followed by Brighten My Heart by Sixpence,
dream dreams of ballerinas in white gowns twirling in the waters of a blackhole,
of princes pretty princesses and castles,
till Maybe I'm Amazed by Jem becomes blurry
and the black sea catches up on my toes.
escapism.
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i really can't understand why people can't either plug in their headphones to listen to their music or just not listen to it at all. i honestly believe they think their personal space is soundproof. roar! techno and hardrock (esp in a language i don't understand, not saying that i alrdy do understand those english rocky songs) give me headaches.
hmm, anw this is a nice photo which i forgot to post up!
