Plus size Hoora!

Yeah.
I'm a size 14 and I'm bloody proud of it.
And I've got killer boobs that don't need padded bras.
Hoora!
It's a bloody celebration of the body.
You'll never catch me saying this again!
Bloody love yourself!
Fuck what other people say or do to make you feel small.
They do that to make themselves feel better.
So what does that say about them?
Not much.
So if you've been keeping quiet, been sulking to yourself,
been crying silently in dressing rooms.
Ladies.
It's time.
You don't need to follow the calendar to know when it's women's day.
Every bloody day is!
BLOODY LOVE YOURSELF LADIES!
YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
AND YOU'LL STAY THAT WAY!

I'm in a bloody good mood.

Dragon Slaying Season

You're like a dragon. Dragons where the terrible
creatures that lived in large caves and often
swooped down out of the sky and stole sheep,
cows, and even people from the countryside to
eat. They were gigantic with spikes along the
back and tail. Some had wings, legs, and the
ability to breathe fire. Even in the Bible, the
Levithian resembled something like a dragon so
they may have actually existed. Dragons were
loyal protectors that were more powerful that
any other animal that ever lived. Some where
peaceful and others just wanted to destroy. The
pest control for dragons were Knights who were
appointed the task of killing a dragon. Some
stories tell us that eating the dragon heart
let you claim victory in any battle or eating
the tongue would allow you to win any debate.
(If you cannot see the picture, go to my
userpage and look near the bottom. There should
be the picture and description for all the
results)

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To be a woman

Responsibility
Living the life of someone else

Another person's dreams
Their own opinion
A different way of life

Guilt
A whole new prespective

Drives you beyond the walls you create
Breaks your spirit, engulfs your mind
Leaves you broken
Desparate
In search of refuge

Emptiness
my new found love

Confessions of a Potential Serial Killer

There are days i wish i never got out of bed..
Wished that I could just go back
To yesterday or whatever was before
and undo the mess i've made.

Then again,
Maybe the mess was worth it.
It probably wouldn't matter anymore.
It won't hurt any less.

But what would be,
the best explaination for my preoccupation with hate.

Yesterday was a lie.
Today is a farce.
Tomorrow ceases to exist.

Drowning

I can't seem to think of what to say presently.
My mind's a blank and my heart's too heavy.
So much's going on in my head.
Too many voices.

So.
I'm leaving you, my pathetic readers,
with something I read in the past.
Something which describes my exact thoughts and words.
If I could write how I felt right now.
This would be it.
It would be
Perfect.

The beach - Alex Garland

" My last attempt was to dive back into the pool. Underwater always had the quantities of a refuge for me. Calming, blinding, deafening.

A perfect escape.

It worked too. Envolping me in anonymous coolness, but in an unavoidably temporary way. Without gills, I had to keep surfacing, and as soon as I surface,

My mind resumes it's circular debates."

My New Romp

So pathetic readers

Here I am again. New blog. New romp. Devoted solely to the musicial slave. So read it. Look at it. Fucking worship it.

It's in my links. So be it. So have it. So go to it. Whatever.

En_Route is dead

So readers,

I've deleted En-Route. And I'll be deleting Lobotomy on the rocks real soon. There will be another blog devoted purely to music. Till then..

Suicidally Yours

There's this dead calm washing over me.

A numbness in my limps

All I want now is to see the drop

A picture of my death.

Volaticus, it means winged.

Effugium, to fly.

Libertas, my freedom

I've turned evil

There are times I wished that I owned a gun.

Am I being irrational?
Maybe not being able to smoke could have contributed to the short fuse in my head.

I see these fucking ugly people.
Bloody bunch of fucking idiots.
EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM
THEY"RE HAVING FUN
THEY"RE GOING ON IN LIFE
THEY"RE SMILING
THEY"RE TOGETHER
THEY"RE ALIVE

It offends me that they breathe my air.
One day,
I'll buy a gun
AND THEY"RE THE FIRST ON MY HIT LIST.
And of course..
The first two people would be
The backstabbing bitch and bastard couple.

Followed by TUB OF HALAL LARD's faithful followers.

ooooooooh I wonder how, I wonder why.....I wonder wonder why the world goes by.
And everyday I blow
And everyday I blow
And everyday I blow some heads away......................