Blue Broken Blues

Broken, somewhere between loyalty, morality and desire. Restrained by State lines. Forgetting why I bother. Shifting, ang yet emotion stays the same. Dead weight, slowly pushing me into the ground to a place where only the ostriches can see me, and I scare them, because they have come across my blood before. Watching a separate situation take place that is not mine though it adds to my pain. Knowing that though I see where they are closed to it, I am young, and they will treat me that way never realising that my mind is, in some ways, older than them. And that may be where my pain begins. So I hide here, behind words that may never be read and that mean nothing to the people that find them. Standing tall, watching parts of me die as I try so hard to forget them as the rest of the world does.

Feel The Rush

My stomach is dancing like the paterns on the floor, rapid, random. Decapitated head on the drumkit. Looking for a familiar face. Finding one, knowing he'll never recognise mine. Why am I here? The simple answer, because music rules my soul. I have a soul?! Shock, horror.
Mentally frustrated shades of a color that I haven't figured out yet.
Arrogance can really ruin your show. Just because you're in the band does not make a god out of you. You don't incite people to make love to your music by telling them how much they suck. What makes people get off is cool fucking calm. Bring it on. I'm ready for the reality of my night to kick in.
Rubber plants and shaddows on the wall. There's a smoker in the vicinity of the red light. Mess in my mind and no words to put them on paper.

Pre-Emptive Rock'n'Roll Adrenalin

Set for a night of dirty rock'n'roll. Ready for the leather and the honorary cowboy hat. Aching for the inspiration to go swamp swimming. Nervous, as usual. Being watched by the cat who flirts.

Me

The basics on me... I'm not crazy, just complicated. I am an observer. I hold back emotion. I hurt but don't know how. I dont usually write about myself in first person... you're lucky, or maybe not, depending on the angle at which you are looking from. I am dark and mysterious on the inside. I dont wear pink. My eyes are a dark grey-blue, they change with my mood, its possibly the only indication you'll get. I dream, I do not analyse them, it would be the wrong thing to do. My dreams scare people, I am used to them, they don't scare me. I have the love and loyalty of a wonderful mongrel of a mut. I am female and have red hair, its not natural.

Minature Fugu

I got bitten today by a tiny puffer fish. It hurt, but nothing I cant deal with. I have worse worries, involving a most beautiful boy, and someone else's skeleton. Caught but not quite broken. Living but not quite there.