Lost efforts and crazed humanity of society at its best.
Isn't it fucking beautiful?
Doesn't it just make you want to lick off the ego of the riches?
An amount of wicked, fake, organized blessing to be placed upon you for a small price. How much more cheaper can the humans reputation look, besides what they hold possessively dear to them?
(She throws her head slightly, but slowly back with amusement playing as the expression on her face.)
Might as well try and find a comedic view, because honestly this thing they call humanity is a sick comedian role of playful, flaking, dip shits.
Realize how you are being looked at. We are all perfect liars and fakes. Even if you say how wonderful of a person you are. If you are saying how fucking great you are, you are only talking about how you act with the people you care about.
Even the people you care about are fucking you constantly.
It is not a state of mind to where you can really worry about so much, for we have so many other FUN things to take up our time.
Desire to be something impossible.
Desire for what you call friends to act the title you yourself have chosen for them.
Hate to think.
Love to hate.
What is IT exactly?
What is that insane, calm, quiet, mad feeling.
Cheshire cat is a perfect way to describe this feeling, but not a way to understand.
Am I supposed to make you understand?
Isn't it your job to figure out your own bullshit?
As well as I, but as you can see I'm having a difficult time with the distractions of failing your expectations.
(She grasps onto her drink, rolling her eyes back in annoyance of the stupidity that surrounds her delicate world. Also with sympathy and amusement.)
It is now 2:47 in the afternoon and these are my thoughts once again passed along to your curiosity.
I miss knowing what tranquility feels like.
Mysteriously sweet, I say good bye.
*She stands up and wonders what it is she just typed into this technical project of mayhem.*
luvs and shit,
Serenity
(Kitty)






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walk right in and don't salute down with your skivvies and out with your root. skin'er back and and give it a squeeze,do an about-face and stand at ease. ~poem by Tex Stanton
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"Often have I regret to have spoken; never to be silent."
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I am blind by the dark
Love is sick
A stalker in the night
Mysterious like the ocean
Beautifuly captivating
Like a spider with its prey
Flawlessly Dangerous
An exciting adventure
but
Afraid to feel
Afraid to touch
Afraid to see
Afraid to believe
Time to go
Don't know where
Don't fucking care[link]
Sadness
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