Tuesday, 5 February 2008

Panic-induced insomnia

These are mangled-thigh developments. It's actually a form of art; ladies and gentlemen i am carrying spring 2008's next colours.




It looks so incredible yet repulsive. My extensive dreams of bikini modelling and loitering trouser-less among the rich and famous are temporarily quashed. Although maybe some domestic-violence porn would earn me some cash. I'm currently skint from all the 'doing what i wanna do' i've been doing.

The reason i am actually entering this post is because i can't sleep. The occurances of tomorrow has resulted in me being too nervous/horrified to sleep. If you don't know what's happening tomorrow you don't know me well enough and you can beat it.
Ignorant.

I have a mangled thigh and bags under my eyes, want me now?

'it's you i see,
but you don't see me,
and it's you i hear,
so loud and so clear,
i'll sing it loud, and clear..
i'll always be waiting for you..'

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