Wait.

They don't love you like I love you.

I'mmmmm living in the ICE AGE!!!!

Dear Ian Curtis:

I would've loved you.


*sigh*


Anyway.....I must be real boring because no one says anything, and I've got 1,000 and counting profile views. Awww shucks. Swell, huh?

En tout cas,

I'm listening to Joy Division (ohhhhh gggggggggggod I love Joy Division). I'm not workin' at alllllllllll this weekend. Trying to go blonder than platinum. I hope I can get up to lots of mischief as a full on blonde (I've only had a quarter of my head platinum blonde before, and I've gotta say....I've always been partial to raven, but you know....). Got asked to play bass in a band that's covering Bauhaus.....Killer. Killer. Killer. Swellest thing ever. But I don't think I'll ever do D any justice. Bauhaus just slays it. That end bass line in She's in Parties? Arrrrrrrghhh. Makes me.....makes my mouth water when I hear it.


I blow at makin' anything but vegan cake. I'm sickier than a doggy. My shoulders are corpsely because I don't think when I get soooo very stressed.

I'm happy for the most part.

Real happy.

No drama, no men, no boys, no lesbians, no club kids, JUST MOI. Do you know how settling that is?

I made you the happiest that you'll ever be

Oh golly.

Am I insensitive. Insensitive I am (as that little Jedi would say...). The little French schoolgirl in the corner keeps her eye on you.

And wouldn't you know it? She's the most dangerous, most ruthless, most relentless darling that you'll ever know, hidden behind the picture of chastity.

Don't laugh.

She'll take you for all you have because nothing means anything to her (as long as he's gone, huh?) and she'll live her life like this forever. She doesn't love you, and she never will. She doesn't see LIFE, AIR, BREATH--- She sees a heart all too willing to be broken. Believe that she wants to break it. She doesn't want happiness, especially not with anyone. She's the loneliest little doll on the face of this Earth, but it's because she wants to be. When she cries, it's not for you, it's not for him (maybe him) it's not for the one she'll probably die beside. As much as she wants to hurt you, she wants to hurt herself. As much as you long and linger, she plots and carries through with it all. Until the bloody end, right?

In all other aspects, she's so sweet. In all other aspects, she's alright. But never forget that she'll never have what she always craved in the first place, and she won't forget that.


(And in my little box, lays a legacy of broken hearts)

Dollyface

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love I don't know how someone controlled you They bought and sold you. I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know how you were diverted You were perverted too I don't know how you were inverted No one alerted you. I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps Look at you all... Still my guitar gently weeps.


George Harrison, baby.

The Mayolycrumb Tinies

A is for Anima, Amyranth, AIP, Andiebomb and the anons who fell down the stairs
B is for Bleeding Choas, Bikey and Bellatrix, assaulted by bears
C is for Caz, Capture This Void and Cupcake, who wasted away
D is for Dei Gratia thrown out of a sleigh
E is for Ergoproxy, Entropy and Elena who choked on a peach
F is for Fimblestar and Farawaysoclose, sucked dry by a leech
G is for Gnothi, and Fimble's Giraffe smothered under a rug
H is for Hypnos done in by a thug
I is for ??? who drowned in a lake
J is for Jennicula and Jade who took lye by mistake
K is for Kapunua and Kass who were struck with an axe
L is for Lurkers, LucyLiu, Loli and Lewis who swallowed some tacks
M is for Mayonaise, Martha Jones, m, Moutarde and Mya who were swept out to sea
N is for ???? who died of ennui
O is for the Original Punks and the Orange anon run through with an awl
P is for Present, Paperheart, Pickled Possum, the Princess and Pixie trampled flat in a brawl
Q is for ???? who sank on a mire
R is for Resurrected Wreck consumed by a fire
S if for SisterMidnite,Soul connector, Sdock10, Shitsubou Shita, Silence, Star and Siobhan who perished of fits
T is for The Masked Anon and Toujours who flew into bits
U is for ????? who slipped down a drain
V is for Verita and Villanelle squashed under a train
W is for the whole Family embedded in ice
X is for ??? devoured by mice
Y is for You Silly Lurkers whose heads were knocked in
Z is for ??? who drank too much gin


Derived from the Gashlycrumb Tinies by the legendary Edward Gorey
IF I FORGOT TO ADD SOMEONE, JE M'EXCUSE! PLEASE TELL ME SO THAT I CAN ADD THEM!



♥♥♥HAPPY L♥VE DAY!♥♥♥

I could've been Alice L-d-ll in that lap over there

One thought.

I can see it in my cup, t
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and rising in the steam, like that checkerboard street he took me








down, down, down.


Except that it isn't Wonderland.
And this isn't fun anymore.
Cold, eager hands.
I'm the silly little girl who accepts them.
I'm the sullied little girl who gracefully said:
'Eat me. Drink Me'.

But this isn't Wonderland.

And it isn't fun anymore.

Platitudinous Persephone

L'homme Au Mirroire Rouge

Dear Friend (from a little girl who once believed in you),
Is that you in there? I really couldn't tell anymore.
The dollhouse is locked away now, cobwebbed and dusty,
asleep in your memory but not mine.

Brother, brother, where have you gone?
Walking on pins and needles is needless in hindsight.
If only I could pick up your pieces, and put you back together, but no....
You've been shattered one too many times, and that 3000 count jigsaw is only half a skyline, 1500.
It's time to spread the ashes.

Dear Zero,
I'm counting the days until we'll see you again.
If we ever do.
Your war is a struggle, it always has been, and that's what we've shared.
It's time to come home.
Please?

I waited by the window today for you, dear Zero. I saw you, I did. But the rain was tumbling too hard, like one million flitting pennies paying penance for your absence. I couldn't reach you. I heard your voice, and knew those words, could sing that song at the top of my lungs, but that voice was no longer yours. The pitter-patter outside sounded like

(I don't belong here. She's running out again.) the end of the world. Le fin absolut.

Dear Loathing

We are the ones you've left in your wake.
Mourning, seething, sedated. Remember when we---

Danced?
Laughed?
Cried?

Or is it a long lost myth to you?

Where are you?
When was the last time you fell?
I always wanted a proper goodbye.
If it's dead, then bury it.

Dear Sickness

Here you sit withering.
The letters through the door have stopped.
The letters you hold close are faded and withering.
Your hair is matted, your eyes lacklustre,
Your bones and morality decayed.

Where are they now, your children of revolution?

Your heart---so destroyed that revolution means nothing other
than what's written in the dictionary beyond that library door.
The Doctor says that you were beautiful once, but the wreckage left you
nothing to salvage.

This is your bed.
The one that you made,
The one that you cried in,
The one that you laid (and lied) in,
The one that you'll die in if you carry on this way.

Can I tell you a secret?

I'm nothing like you.

Can I tell you a lie?

You've always been just like me.

The priest is here, but your redemption may just be lost.


Dear Brother,

I know that one day, when this ends for me, I can rest in peace (in pieces).
Dead and buried, what everything is, the be all and end all.
Meet me at the gates, won't you?

There we are,
at the end of the world,
pulling that old dollhouse out
from behind the skeletons in your closet,
And dusting it off,
and disappearing into inevitable stardust.....

Don't cry anymore.