Maya
Fortified with the gift of gibber, eats anything apart from liver. lives with 2 dogs and a stinky brother and a dad and a mother. and a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles, yeah crumbles and burns. and she likes radiohead, a lot of metal, jazz, celtic music, a lot of people, 'Johnny The Homicidal Maniac' & 'Bear' & 'Skeleton Key' comics and her two shih tzus - Abby (Abigail) and Kusho. I WANT: Nothing

Society - Eddie Vedder

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ONCE UPON A TIME

its sorta sad to know that one time in your life, you were something, not just to someone but to many people. like were really a someone. but whatever you were started fading into oblivion and you ended up feeling like a blimp and then you start this whole self-degradation process but you know no one's listening save a few kind souls. sometimes i feel this part of me has been ripped out and deleted and rewritten (yes like sia's lyrics say). like that bit has been re-programmed and when you finally realise and its too late, you want that missing piece back desperately. you want to know that a part of what you were has been retained. its like a song that goes on and on in the same monotonous tone but then someone rips out a verse and it has a whole new indecipherable meaning. and then you decide not to care anymore, cuz that's what's best and its probably the more loser-ish thing to do. and then you don't know what its about anymore and it falls into one of the dusty crevices of your mind. oh how a bleeding female orifice can alter the thinking process so much. board exams are 10 or 11 days away. i feel confident yet not. i don't know what i feel really. possibly i am bonkers.

"i don't need no bible thumpers
i don't need no prophecies told,
i just need a warm embrace
and somebody, somebody to hold"

OH. this reminds me of a very pretty poem i read by Alfred Lord Tennyson. What a man.

"Tears, Idle Tears..."

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.'


so bundle me up in a fist of fury and chuck me out like i were madam curie. - whatever that is supposed to mean.

yours fiddly-diddley-ish-ly,

maayor (mister er could never pronounce my simple 2-syllabled 4-LETTER-WORDED NAME)

amen

because oxygen is a drug
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