portable living room





September 01, 2006

dancing with the devil's past has never been too fun

avalanche is sullen and too thin. billy is all dressed up, lookin at you and evereyone's still trying to figure out
if he's a girl or a if he's a boy.
sue is in her bedroom starving herself to rid herself of sin. she takes dad's scissors to her skin and
when she does relief comes setting in. but noone would understand it so she hides the scars she's making underneath her pretty clothes.
therapy is Speedie's brand new drug, she says they try to comprehend that which they'll never comprehend.
so what about me... me, well.. i wish i wasn't flesh and blood.
if i wasn't, would not be scared of bullets built with me in mind. you should see my scars.



it's better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun.

rubie stone at 1:15 AM, 0 microdots



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