Milk and Hand Gernades

my acid reflux is due to anger. ulcers on fire with rage. i burp and hate spews from my throat. i am, in fact, the cowardly lion disguised as the angry beaver. fighting off the inevitable disappointment in myself. i am too much to stomach for the lactose intolerant. i tried to be strong for you. but these dents in my armor are starting to ware thin. my seams are starting to show. don't pull that string or the whole thing will unravel! i am full of unjustified thoughts and unfounded ideas. they seemed very logical to me. but my head is full of broken teeth. i was satisfied with a life void of color/colour. red is not flattering on me.now i am looking for a place to pull the pin with minimal casualties. but my sails are laying flat and my lungs are full of water and i can't seem to sail this ship alone.

Pretty Pretty Princess Has A Pit Stain

look! it's barbie's visit to the island of misfit toys! charming all the silly boys. but all i see is a pretty face with no trace of thought or memory.

...but i'm not the only one.....

with one hand in daddy's pocket and the other on mommy's heart. not quite damaged, but playing the part. an image ready version of a watered down theme. a pretty pretty princess. a white trash dream.

Just water it. Maybe it'll grow.

How long has it been since I put pen to paper? Not long enough to forget the scratching sound. I thought that art died out with chivalry. I have problems putting letters in their rightful place. When I was young I thought my life would be filled with magic. Now when I open my hand all I find are magic beans with no stalks. Remember when we were us? I do. I think he has forgotten. Replaced old memories with new. Do you think god gets bored with all that power? Do you think he created us because he was lonely? you know what I think? Bean stalks when all we needed were cows. Used tissues are revolting. But once they were all you needed.