When It Rains It Pours..

The thunder storm now raging outside my window has been looming like death in a care home and is going to happen but no one knows when, or how and to what extent. For about a week each day has started with sun and ended with rain, like every good thing ever tailed by something not so good. Its been contentious, its finally made its choice and everything seems to be falling to the ground with the rain and clapping in my ears like the thunder, flashing in my eyes like lightening.

At some point, and normally this point is repetative, everything comes to a head at once, its never a party with one guest and the same can be said about when shit hits the fan, its always in two's or three's or four's until you have an accumulation of shit timing and bad luck throwing punches while the other holds your arms back.
Its oh so very 'blog' of me to wrap whatever it is i'm trying to lament in flowery metaphors and imagery but truth is i'm so headfucked with just existing.

Everyone is so obsessed with materialism and good hair and possessions and what we should and shouldn't be doing. When really we should be fucking and loving and hating and just forgetting about how many 'killer heels' we own or how many words we know to any given song. Strip me of even my bare essentials and you have me.

So the day i can listen to what i want, say what i want, feel what i want to feel without jurisdiction that is the day i'll beg for you all to tell me what you think about my hair, my dress, my album collection or what its like to be something i'm not.