You come out of my bathroom, just having taken a shit,
like a cat proud to have left a piece of you behind
I almost expect you to giggle and say poo!

I am in love with you.
I think, then screech on the brakes!
What if I’m actually rapidly rowing down a river called obsession
Toward a cliff called depression?

Will I scream, sigh or moan
upon the sight of frothy fast moving
rapids of matching sets of vapidness?

I dunno.
Right now it’s easier to just swim back upstream.
Back to the place I feel happiest, to the ring on my finger even tho it means nothing (but friendship).

Perhaps not to that, instead to the feeling between my legs.
Ah, hm, rather not, too many conflicted feelings instead of appealing.
Hmm, well then.

03 October 2005 @ 07:04 am same car crash, different day. never stick around hoping someone will love you folks, it's just not the right thing to do. i'm pissed, upset, angry, with no one to talk to, because it's just embarrassing to be telling the same story as before. or maybe it's the ultimate sign of true love! oh, please someone smack me.
i'm screaming my way out of the dream of you, ripping away the newly made skin of you that covers the fleshy parts of my heart. nothing burns like a fire in my eyes, nothing we had is what hurts. the forest is aflame and the trees scream with me now, what is love without relief? I’ve got enough food to last me a lifetime, but the words i made up, that made a "you&me" sound…they're the last drops of water i'd ever like to taste, even with my very forest aflame. Bi the way the new fiona apple, the re-tooled, re-tasked, and re-bitch-slapped "Extraordinary Machine" is wondrously amazing, just fracking awesome, ohh girl gets him good and at the same time tears out some sinews, blood and guts that ribbon away to some of the tastest lyrics ever…especially for the newly dumped, shunned, and shivering in the cold freaks like me. More on that some other time.