Smegmatic fingernails
March 06, 2003 @ 4:04 p.m.
My life and I aren't getting along very well right now. She called me a bitch, I pulled her hair...you know how it goes.
I wrote a poem last night, and although the images are quite disturbing, I think they turned out well:
My life
is one big hot flash,
signaling the death and rotting
of my inside parts.
I smell the smegma
beneath my fingernails,
I breathe through my lips,
I see Jesus in sweatpants.
I seem to write for the upstream,
and long-haired fools,
and small sentiments and wind gusts
and things.
In hating myself,
I nearly cracked a tooth.
It is only in your wish that I dwell.
I dunno. It's all right. For not having written for a month, I think it's better than what it could have been.
I missed school yesterday and I nearly cut myself in my dumb emo angst.
I have found the best bra ever. And it only cost me $16.99. (My credit card and I are becoming fast friends.)
Lectures and lies and dumb looks are rather annoying to me as of late.
I look really dumb in my skin today.
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