How Can You Feel So Defeated When There Wasn't A Lot To Fight For In The First Place?
The Hair Of A Housewife.
Lips Of A Whore.
Eyes Of A Child.
Thoughts Of A Wreck.
The Hope Of A Saint.
A Voice With A Reason.
Qualities Or Quantities?
The Benefit Of Few Is That You Find Your Diamonds,
Let The Rough Fall.
If You're Smart Enough.
I Haven't The Time.
For Repetition Like This.
I Say Repetition Like It's Not My Fault.
But It Must Be.
If It Keeps Happening.
Coincidence Is Just A Word That Conveniently Appears To Cover Up The Fact That I'd Rather Shift The Blame.
I'm Done Crying Away 2 Day Mascara.
(Waterproof? This Shits Bulletproof)
Turn A Page.
Scribble Down A Rough Morbid Looking Design.
Twist It, Censor It.
Listen To Those Fixing Songs.
Brush Your Teeth.
End It With A Smile.
Favourite Pijamas.
Set All 3 Alarms, Just Incase.
High 5 My Favourite Brother Off To Bed (He's Too Cool For Hugs Now)
Fighting Cat Noise Is The Worse Sound Ever.
Best Noise Is The Most Annoying Noise In The World From Dumb & Dumber.
How Is It That In Moments Like This Sparks Ideas.
I Can Spend Days Focusing Pointlessly At Empty Paper.
Just Takes An Unnecessary Upsetting Situation.
Then I Find Anything That Has The Ability To Paper Base Imortalise.
Silly Little Sketches.
That Could Contain Potential, Mostly Easy Fashion.
Statement Lines, Cuts And Meanings.
The Trick Is This Jibberish Doesn't Even Have To Make Sense.
Conveiniently Placed Clever Words.
Not Necessarily With Feeling.
And I Could Be Considered Someone Else.
Why Is It When You Need To Sleep You Can't.
When You Can't You Pretty Much Need To.
Babysitting And Knitting Had That Effect Last Night.
On Leaving There Was Just Enough Time To Notice The Pretty Rain.
While Running To The Car, Discovering It Wasn't My Car.
(Who Else In Their Right Mind Would Have A Turquoise Nissan Micra 'Passion', Bastards.)
The Drive Home Isn't Worth The Time To Put The Radio Face On.
But Just Enough Time To Sing A Favourite Chorus From An Amber Pacific Song.
Then The Brief Flash Of Fear That Ran Through Me While Standing In A Dark Garden.
Blind Panic As I Couldn't Get The Bloody Door Unlocked.
Scared Of The Zombies Or That Bitch Vicious Albino Cat From Over The Road Might Get Me.
The Latter Being More Probable.
(Two Fucking Pairs Of Tights I Could Never Wear Again, Bitch).
Money Amazes Me.
Not The Idea Of It Or The Use.
But The Object Itself.
It Must Be The Most Travelled Thing I Know Of.
I Thought This While Working The Till.
How Many Times Money Exchanges Hands In The Space Of My 4 Hour Shift Is Impressive.
But In The Space Of A Day Blows My Mind.
Like Mermaids, Love Is A Myth.
I'm Stupidly Surrounded By It.
But Unlike Mermaids, I Still Don't Believe In It.
Time To Wash The Car With No Shoes On. xXx
