devioustreachery

I know I have an older journal entry about this, but I felt the need to ask it again. What would you do if you met yourself?  Would you like yourself? Kick your own ass? Party with yourself?  Raise hell? Or would you literally beat the shit out of yourself?

Ass gobblers, what a wonderful thing, they come up to you at the point when you are weak.  To weak to speak, to weak to love, so weak that your tongue wont let you speak.  Perpetual bliss alone in that mist, that mist of dense heat.  A speeding ball of heat and light, racing towards you, racing out of sight.  Making you think, or making you blink, well, maybe you blink when you think.  Whatever floats your boat.  Maybe we are all alone and just waiting on someone who can walk on water, I dont know.  Then again, maybe we are just speeding along like a fireball, wishing we could stop to make time, wishing we could find the time to make time, bu

A beautiful day, a beautiful zest, a beautiful blog, put to the test.  This is the day your dreams come true, this is when someone's life will start anew. A clean slate all because of a break.  A break in this, a break in that, a break to get something other than a nic nac.  A wonderful gift, a gleaming pride, this my dear is what takes you to the other side. A glorious break down, a passionate cry, it happens all the time. A failed task, a misplaced mask, hiding from the world and keeping her pride. Dreams are made, wishes wished, but don't you sometimes hope, things weren't like this?  A glorious break down of beautiful sorts, this is me