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| SepiaFlamingo (profile) wrote, on 1-25-2004 at 9:57am | |
| Current mood: blah Music: "Bleed" - Ours Subject: Pseudo utopian. |
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| Baby's wearing a plastic bag with a ring around it's throat. Bloated in a blissful fissure of earth coated in chocolate brown and week-dead leaves. A perfect skeleton melting through skin. Pretending to see more than leather shoes. Sloughing away at each cut and bruise, a perfect concealment of imperfection. How they found you; sin-scented. Just a beautiful sack of bones. Thaumaturgy all up and down my walls. But the ounce costs more than the gallon, dear. And it really doesn't matter, because when my throat fills with dust my plastic bubble is arid, and my life anesthetic. They'll all looked the other way. |
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| Anonymous | 01-27-04 7:24am Sometimes I think you're some genius pretending to BE 14 or you are a genius at 14. Either way, when I read your entries - good lord you're going to be one heck of a writer. |
| SepiaFlamingo | Re:, 01-28-04 11:32am I wish I were a genius. Life would be like the shell of jellybeans. And I'd have a better shot at ruling the fifth regimen armory. Maybe even a chance at developing laser-eye guns.
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Anonymous | Re: Re:, 01-29-04 5:45pm You deserve so much. I need a dictionary when I read your journal entries. You are that smart so if I say you're a genius then....Yes you are. |