I hope to one day feel the plaque that's laying on her teeth just rotting away at him. I want to replace it, And rot her instead. Im alway so indecisive. Like a gemini. Not knowing if I want to hurt or heal the others around me, Let alone myself.
I walk around a field, It's full of rocks with names and dates on them. It seems like everyone here has one. I'm filled with green envy. I want to watch them all crumble, For them to see how worthless they all really are. I break a couple of them on my stomach and smash one into my temple. Leaving me no longer green but red with my colosseum destroyed. That pain was nothing. Just knowing that I will never have my own fancy rock with my name engraved on it makes me ache.
People say my mouth utters the most crude and perverted sentences not known to mankind. But what is known to mankind is how they reacted. I let a few people in my brain once and they all came out screaming, And wishing god's bloody wrath upon me. But they only took a quick glance at my bloody brain in my hands and did not take the time to fully dissect its mannerisms and behaviors. Some of them stayed Almost as perverted and crude as me. They were perverted in the wrong way though, I soon found out. They were only looking at my sexy, fleshy, lump of an earthbound body that the god before me had so graciously given me. As much as i wanted them to stay They too would run out of me screaming. Why are you not screaming?
The winds of standing up so high on a mountain are so strong and forceful That if you let them take you You'll for sure take lives most greatest of dives, The gravity ripping your chest open it like a pinata and letting all the things about you You wish you had shared to others that meant the most to out like candy, Taking your legs and arms out of your sockets like a barbie doll that no one wanted to play with. Maybe then that would teach you a lesson about stealing other people's words and not using your own. You get so intertwined with them that you only know that to be your true self. But now with this new change, And with everything being striped away from you, You will finally know Who you are. What a shame for those poor souls.
I took a pottery class today. I squished, pushed, and made sure there was no more air left in that piece of clay with my bare hands. I bet purr wishes that purr were the pice of clay i held and crushed oh so ruthlessly with my "paws." te-hehe. (this is what i crafted)
