found this while researching possible side effects of this estrogen muzzle i'm on. more precisely trying to find out if feeling like an unattractive beach ball with appendages and moods as unpredictable as Chicago weather were common. turns out it's too common.
"titties on fire" is my fav. didn't go through that thankfully, nor did i notice any newly descended testicles.
BERLIN, Germany — The first of a pair of giant marionettes has awakened in Berlin and started the search for her missing partner as part of a massive-scale street performance celebrating German reunification.
The 7.5-meter (25-foot) wooden doll hanging from a crane and clad in a bright yellow rain slicker and hat launched her search Friday with the help of dozens of handlers and puppeteers.
-one navy(ish) blue shirt -some SICK stretch cotton lace -couple pieces of gauzy black linen -SWANS silk screen -the idea that i can fully and then some reconstruct a tshirt
black banding of gauzy linen across the back so you can't catch my bra.
there are things, people, attachments, however shallow or otherwise they run, and self-fulfilling ideas that convince people to cement themselves to their surroundings (what they know, what's telling them that this is all they need to know) at least ankle deep*%$. read: what's keeping me here is really no good reason to keep me here.
* a cyclical phenomenon in my life thus far. % a product of lack of self-worth. (truthfully i think the concept of "self worth" is ego-fuckery and maybe not worth mentioning here. maybe the point is more a lack of gauging a good distance between oneself and people that float the notion of "self worth" into your brain in the first place) $ a social disease, traditionally involving co-dependent slobs.
Off the high-rise estates What's at the back of your mind? Your face I can see And it's desperately kind But what's at the back of your mind? Two icy-cold hands conducting the way It's the Eskimo blood in my veins Amid concrete and clay And general decay Nature must still find a way So ignore all the codes of the day Let your juvenile impulses sway This way and that way This way, that way God, how sex implores you To let yourself lose yourself Stretch out and wait Stretch out and wait Let your puny body, lie down, lie down As we lie, you say As we lie, you say Stretch out and... Stretch out and wait Stretch out and wait Let your puny body lie down, lie down As we lie, you say : Will the world end in the night time? (I really don't know) Or will the world end in the day time? (I really don't know) And is there any point ever having children? Oh, I don't know All I do know is we're Here and it's Now So... stretch out and wait Stretch out and wait There is no debate, no debate, no debate How can you consciously contemplate When there's no debate, no debate? Stretch out and wait
There is a great wall dividing the lands of Dreaming and Plotting. I've been away recently to land of Plotting and it's really disappointing, lacking mystery and a set-up for feelings of failure and loss. The post cards are also much more beautiful in the land of Dreaming. Headed back there as I type.
