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here is not for description. here is reflection of mass devastation. here is destruction of reality's boundaries. here is me sitting on the edge of the world watching the waves of sadness wash over the pebbled pieces of my everything that are under my feet covered in running rivulets of emotion that i released when i opened my mouth, when i learned to walk, when i lost my place on the map and spun backways up and hung there, gaping my mind at the sky and wishing i'd broken away and learned to fly.

i draw flowers on my face. i get my ears pierced. i paint my naisl and it always chips off the first two fingers of my right hand. i experiment. i hate wearing jeans. less is more unless it's jewelry or makeup. good shoes are worth more than good sex. in fact fuck having sex. slipknot are sex, however marilyn manson is a better soundtrack. one spliff, one line of k, two pills, half a gram of molly, two lines of speed, two capsules mephredrone, two tabs of acid. this is how it all began. now it's all innocent weekend antics, and i'm having a shit week when there's no k about. i miss obsessive exercising and healthy lungs. i'm a waitress, i smoke menthols and i'm dying at college. i'm shutting my head in the fridge door and my neck down the toilet. some call it having a conversation with god. the phrase 'a light at the end of the tunnel' dun't apply no more, not even in poetry.

toodles. skittles. i'm not the only one who's on here for the PA, am i?

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