my love.

Friday, September 26, 2008'♥

//things just aint going right.//

for now,

i hate writing business letters.

i hate the whole pretense and formality.

humility vs subservience. pui.

i do not know how to write when even the most subtle emotive is being penalised.

isnt writing all about setting your moods and message straight.

two.

i am going to ignore you.

i hate it when you snap especially when i did nothing wrong.

i hate it when you get impatient like an old man.

i dont fucking care if you read this.

three.

i hate cheats.

dead sellers.

projects.

tests.

readings.

four.

i am fat.

and this is my fucken good life.

1:43 AM

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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