she stands proud
blood drips from her spine
life blood draining down
on her chest is strapped the breastplate of righteousness
on her feet she stands the boots of truth strapped on
right left right left wrong
on her head Athena’s crown
she will not be conquered anymore
her emerald eyes burn a fire yellow
her hair radiates power
her arms are strong and sure
her sword is the living word
the earth trembles beneath her very breathe
a light weight loaded to the teeth locked
she will not be tarried with any longer
the clouds tremble and flee before her
the oceans burn up in her glory
she opens her mouth and screams the sirens roar
she will not be captured anymore
crack of earth drip of spine
she’s coming for you this time
hers is a wrath righteous and true
Caesar watch out you’re going to be paid your due
before her a shield of knowing what’s real
confidence is her free will
her belt is made of those who naried dared to loose her
at her back is death he laughs
she has met him before and they agreed
the grave is hers but not today
fear is a will she pays
this time she is on her way
she is running a horse made of fluid stone
rolling over the earth a rollicking tidal storm
feel her wrath taste her blood lick your hands you dogs
she draws back her sword for the death blow she crouches
a gentle purr and chatter
twitter twitter little bird
right left right left wrong
listen to the sound of the temple gong
this time you will taste the truth
this time it will be made clear
“Fuck you all! Taste my fear!”
right left right left wrong
banana girl yellow song
Why don’t we love ourselves like we love our shoes?
My converse… these are shoes that have been places and seen things and carry on…. in my opinion they look more beautiful now that they are worn…. the stains and cracks….
Understandable to be sad when they get too worn. Too old.
But don’t start hating them… continue to love them and want them to last just a little bit longer… till finally you have to let them go.
pick me out of your box of bento
that’s what I’m here for/ to be touched/ and don’t feel guilt/ hasn’t crossed your mind though/ sometimes I think about you and feel sad/ so I started a literature club in your honor/ and one by one we trickle out/ guess it should be called the suicide club/ but that’s already been taken/ by fake characters/ like me and you/ and there are lines on the ceiling
but I keep looking for gold.
It’s all so ineffectual and lame. Coming up with excuses to negate the game.
Wow broke the fourth wall because that makes it more real – more real than the pain behind the dead girls who got deleted but not forgotten for now, but hey at least you got a kick and a laugh a chill and a shiver a response from someone across the waves.
Love you, Monika the squid, always,
Because people kill themselves every day.
And I just keep playing and playing
like it’s no big deal.
Like I’ll actually find
a way out.
(only a dead you will make me happy)XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
click to reset password
Don’t worry if I freeze to death I’ll get on the bus.
my scarf is so rad
think how nice she’ll look hanging from it
she’ll be a she by then
and not a me
because I will have finally
Molly just got a new job. The barista job was part-time and she was also looking to do something in hotels since the hospitality industry had always interested her, not by choice unless the drive of money counts as a choice. And – to be frank – she’d just read the Shining, yes children it was a book first, the Shining and was hoping to have her own Portland version of the experience. Minus Johnny of course.
Molly’s manager has asked her out not once but three times. She’s only been to work three times.
The first time was to help her move, since with Shelby her cat, she’s having a bit of a hard time finding a place to settle. That seemed harmless enough so she almost said sure, she didn’t have a lot of stuff to move and it would be nice to have an extra hand with the futon. But then she declined. Well, not declined just described her complete lack of possessions and the lack of there being anything to move.
He’s cool though. He likes the same shows she does and gets all her obscure Arrested Development and Archer references. Today, he offered to take her to an arcade downtown. She said she had work to do. He said, “Okay, go do your work, do whatever it is you need to do, then let me know if you want to go. I’m telling you. It’s my treat.”
The debate goes something like this in her head:
“My treat means a date right? He’s not asking the other people to come hang out, but then again there aren’t a lot of people working at the same time we are. Maybe he does this with all the new employees to get comfortable with them and get to know them as a human and not just a work partner. He is really nice. He’s also started to tell me about his family history. Maybe it was a mistake asking to see pictures of his halloween costume and talking about colaborating for cosplay. Maybe he thinks i’m hitting on him – but i’m not. Just new to town. Maybe he knows that and thinks the same and just wants to be friends. Jason at the café says he believes in men and women friendships. But don’t most guys just be nice with the hopes of getting in my pants? that’s what the last guy told me. That’s what my last boss did to me. Mee too. Sure sure sure sure sure. Just say no. Power walk back to your car and drive a stoney face home. Only cry for Tom Petty. Because it’s too soon. It’s always too soon.
AND HOW DO PEOPLE NOT KNOW I’M A LESBIAN?! I FEEL LIKE I EXUDE IT!