Vent 9/2006

They’re not quite sure what they’ve seen, but I warned them, I can be a fucking queen. I like the taste and I love the scene, so I start and end my day with it and sometimes I even smoke some in between. Not the candy, never such meth, I light my bowl from the top from age 16 till death. It’s just who I am and I love being me, I thank you for your acceptance and opening you eyes to see exactly what I mean.
They say its best to read a book before you judge it, then you realize the cover just about squares it up anyway, but you fucking love it!
The just of love and lust in a sentimental memory of the past is foolish, yet nourishing to the soul of the lonely/neglected child that exists in everyone-YOU! We’re feeling foolish because we know there are no futuristic possibilities at hand, when the emotions become the push-pins and they are the one who’s pierced and tampered the many angles unimaginable.

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