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Friday, March 07, 2008'♥

// of nice girls and karma woes.//

it's getting unbecoming and i attribute this apathy and total repugnance, obduration,(whatever you call it that 's synonymous with being evil,gloating,bitchy-ness) to the deprivation of time and capacity to uphold my esteem ,self respect and perhaps to the cancerian's natural territorial instinct.

i scorn and i undervalue your stupidity , your childlike guileless behaviour, your unfortunate domestic misfortunes, your inapt to write,think and speak coherently.

i gloat. i gloat for everything that i have and you dont, and that with a twist of destiny, that was taken from you and given to me. i gloat for everything that i am and you are not.

i despise all the similarities and shadows of who i was, that i see in you.

i am sickened by the very thought of me wasting so much of my time reading your little misfortunes and insecurities.

i am spiteful and hateful and you are nice.

but believe me when i say,
you can lose anything and everything ,
but your mind and self respect.

and that's what i lost. self-respect.

DSC_07912of what's left .

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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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