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Tuesday, 18 October 2011
10:18:37 PM (GMT)
I will ride into battle
On wingless butterflies
A 2-foot sub, sheathed at my waist
As a grumpy elf paints my thighs.

I will prance with the deer
Atop a petrified city
Bounding across rooftops of green
At twilight on Monday; so pretty.

I will wrap my troubles and worries and doubts
In newspaper and moldy waffles and trash
And feed it to a pig with a bottle of castor oil
And watch the fireworks dance on potatoes, mashed.

My life appears so strange, where really
Compared to most, I'm just the girl who yells at the TV
And wears the oddly cut hair
So I am surreal, and surreal is me.


Listened to Ingrid Michealson the entire time I wrote this. The only quote I could
think of all day was: "The high cost of living ain't nothing like the cost of living
I dunno.

‹You Take The Breath Right Outta Me› says:   19 October 2011   585625  
i think you were also high XD XD
exquisite says:   19 October 2011   222453  
I like it, it's different. 
‹~(Shaywee)~› says :   19 October 2011   603980  
I wasn't! I swear to god! xD
Why thank you(: 


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