| Hmm |
[Jun. 30th, 2004|10:22 pm]
Satan In Heels
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| | Come, Mercury falls | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
Who can discern friend from enemy anymore?
It seems that as of late I have been having difficulty with such a concept.
My days have been filled with loads of empty silence, breaking my furniture.
My nights with elixihir to dull the aching in my belly and drown out this new noise of talking to myself. I sit on barstools and watch the same faces drift in and past.Each with some sort of pleasantry that I can't quite hear.I've fallen deaf in social situations to sift out the lying.Trust is like an eggshell. ANd I refuse to finish this analogy because it will only make me hungrier.Humor is one of the world's most potent analgesics.It seems that laughter is always present when he's around.Imagine a pixie but larger,taller,hairier; an everpresent beer fountain.Soak the surrounding.Soak the cynical and of course the sincere.They're the worst.BEcause sincerity does not seem to be catching.And honestly, it pisses me off because of the parade of falsehood that marches in front of my door.Suitor, after suitor.I have to train my eye to be more careful, my heart more discriminate.No one loves beer slingers.My skin feels tight and dry from last night's ritual suicide attempt.I think that they should call it "not so happy"hour.Look at the faces around you.Tired, broken down, noses red with broken capilaries.It's a wonder they make it here nite after night.As do I.For me, it's all to watch the boi in the blue jeans.
Hummph.Have a fabulous Wednesday, everyone. |
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awake
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