February 23, 2011

behold........

dear fucking take me to that place again diary,

ima be late you know. you're back you see. or i see you are. fuckit. down with the bloody big head. what is the most convenient for you? are you off your chestnut? what happened that day was an effort to save your own skin? what's wrong with you? you used to be the life of the party. on that day- silent as a lamb. ahh- the knife. drink this quickly- the witch is coming. i cannot stay with you late tonite. i must be let out of here. you are of course my favorite lunatic, but i am looking for the girl. the girl with the name of twinkle. has twinkle been here in a spell? or has she left you alone in your hell. alone to rot again it is plain to see- i won't be visiting you- in your mad hatter's hat- you will or might get clocked with a wooden ball bat. i am not saying anything- put it out of your mind- it is all about you- you know- sleep- you couldn't if you wanted to- you're not the same as you were before- you've lost your muchness. don't even be sad- raise up your glass to be had- fill it with water to pour over your head- and write with your pencil of broken lead. wash the louse from your hair- be kind to them- they liked it there- your skin is so pleasant and full of life- oh you must now return TO YOUR CUNTFACE WIFE