Posted by susan47 on March 18, 2008, at 19:25:48
In reply to Oh, wow., posted by susan47 on January 28, 2008, at 19:31:49
I think it's safe to say that it really isn't over until the fat lady has sung.
She has only just crept up to stage left, where she will make her entrance. Entranced, is the lady, by her own self.
Entranced, Darling.
Absolutely f*ck*ng raving wonderfully in love with her drug of choice.
May it be herself, may the drug be only just her self.
I love you, i love you, i luv u, I Love You. I love you, I love me, and I f*ck*ng love life, after my d.o.c. is done.
Before that, you see, i'm just wading in mud.
The mud is in my mind, it's mind mud. Yes. There's no colour to anything, everything is too close, too sad, too real. And then my d.o.c., which is really a terrible thing, it's like the snake in my mind, this great big cobra just squeezing the life out of my brain, slithering shinily, shining slithery, slithery sloth. Yes. That's what I am, when not on my d.o.c., the thing that makes my mouth quite foul, thank you very much.
I love you.
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