I see the tent built to
some long lived ecclesiastical idea
crouching low and forgotten over a
stream of its own making. Suddenly I am
reminded of a verse concerning standing in sinking sand.
(I assure you this is all true. The damn tents been sitting in a gigantic pool of mud and water for the last month and a half. Now I apply my imagination.)
As i sit patiently on the alter of our burning desire.(taken from the romance novel on the floor) I see the lights of your car pull slowly up into the mud. I can feel your frozen stare caressing my skin and bringing the world to a screeching halt around me.
****I am sop going to reorganize that later. This crap always sounds better in my head.******
Well I've been working lot for the last two weeks and have just completely neglected the open diary world. I'm SORRY! Really sorry. I missed you guys so much. really. Well not really. I really don't know who you "guys" are.
What do I really miss?
The flashing of my computer screen. Yeah. My little daughter of a filthy whore. Anyway i really am despising this damn Christmas thing. I am completely broke.
completely. My car took a relapsed momentarily earlier this week. Yep it popped it's tire and screwed it's wheel alignment.
To this I say bah humbug. It's Christmas fault.
Christmas is evil.
EVIL!
But I still want my gifts.
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