a slow beautiful death

we ARE all dying

Saturday, December 02, 2006

slept at 12 woke up at 2

slept again at 2:30, woke up at 7
i was called to a corner and was forced to smile with stories of laughter, lies and loves
(i kept feeling a cold gun barrel between my teeth, kept seeing my brain blow off x.x )
-rar-girl talk is not really my thing especially at 7 in the morning-
talked to a dear HS friend of mine... and read her BLOG - .wow.blown away.that's love.-
there is just something about engaging in illegal things that makes me feel that there is greater love present. I mean hell, you'd have to love someone so passionately and actually quite insanely to risk getting into trouble with just being with your bliss.
Loving who you feel was made for you to love, (mushy and triple gross but real)
beliving beyond whatever soceity dictates.
A her with him.
Perhaps a her with her.
or even a him with him.

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