Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Take That Walk, Be Your Own Pet

Dear Owner,
Nobody loves me like you do.
And I'm glad you realised that people you chose over me shite you.
(that sounds mean but you know what I mean)
It was foreseen by the way (:
Trust me when I say this turtle shell, no matter how slim,
will always have a dear space for you.
I will always love you.

Slim Turtle.

Skye,
Don't ): please, cheer up you fuck.

My Almost-plastic Barbie,
Please take care of that injured ear ):
I really miss you more than fuck.
Now love, shut up and eat.

I'm nothing more than my mother's daughter.