Chew on it.

Chances are all we have.

Month: October, 2013

stupid things rhyme

I have a compulsive love for naked limbs.
Would you put a jacket on a bird’s wing?

Would you ask a tigress to manicure her claws?
If the dog woofed and didn’t bark, would you love it more?

Would you take your bear to the barber every quarter?
Would you expect a swimming pool to be home to your otter?

If your chimp kissed her mate, would you pull them away?
Would you lock your Lab if your child wanted to play?

You’re a kind soul if you keep them hanging with you
Shut them in tighter, and they’ll eat you too

The rest of you

I am going to be upset for a while because coping with this daily is annoying. You get used to some things but they can still irritate you. Ever had a back ache for a long, long time? You know how to sit and how to avoid aggravating it further but it doesn’t stop to exist and you catch yourself wondering what life was like without it.

Anyway.

Everything categorised under ‘Log’ is for very, very limited people to access – those who know what’s been up for over 2 weeks now. My temper hasn’t been okay and what the fuck, it won’t be. I am constantly in the mood to behead someone or the other and haven’t stopped an orderless journey between lost, cranky, lonely, feeling unloved, tired and absolutely uncared for.

I walked through NH7 trying to convince myself that alone is how everything is going to be like, now – so yeah, get the fuck used to it.

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