Random Thoughts

Why am I smoking cigarettes with a half healed tongue ring?
Who knows.
Who knows why anything happens these days?
This is my crash course in real life.

After Some Whining

I just have to rely on myself.
Wish me luck. Love, Bunny <3

Feeling better.
It just takes time I guess.
But I just got the chance to hold a decapitated rattlesnake, it was pretty awesome.

Within My Looking Glass Lies The Forgotten Past

Oh, my God! I am crazy!
It rushes into my mind, all those things I had forgotten.
It means so much, seen within those dreams.
A mirror in time, I saw this in a dream once.
I was there before it happened, but it happened all the time.
I saw this in a dream once, my long forgotten memories.
Yes, those I adore....maybe, once upon a dream.
I'm writing bad poetry in the dark; oh, my!
Where am I?
Maybe once upon a dream...I was there once, remember?
A song in the background.
In a novel holding fantasy.
Ghosts of my childhood, dance before me.
Ancient riddles lost with time.
I'll be a modern day Keats....the new Queen of Poetry....
Once upon a midnight story.
We call this.....I wonder, it was lost on a path decayed.
Poor Keats sad was his story.
Which brings me to the riddles of time; I'm writing history.
It brings me back to my point that any genius is crazy.
See it in Van Gogh or even Hemmingway.
This is why I'm schizophrenic.
Why is schizophrenia only diagnosed in adulthood?
They should catch it early.
I wish those voices would shut up, but maybe I'm acting.
It's one of those movie scenes, like a once upon a time, we need to stop talking.
Another cliche; oh, really?
Once upon a time; is past tense, right?
The secret to creating a good television serieses is the ability to keep several story lines going simultaneously.
Relatable characters, catchy music, clever humours, and lovely plethora of details....
Conversation is poetry, it has it's own rhythm.
Japan kinda scares me!
They've surely got skeletons in their closets, you can tell by their television.
I mean think about it, really.
Normalcy is starting to sound really good....and I can have both a Lifetime Movie Network and IFC
Fads are subliminal messaging, it has to do with politics...Orwell and Huxley were right.

Nemo

Is it bad that I still feel out of place among my friends?
Or that I remember my daydreams from childhood vividly, while actual events remain so fuzzy on the reel playing in my mind?
My Southern Boy told me that a few months after I broke up with Satan that he talked about me.....
Mostly good things....and then also that he said, "She didn't wait for me. Fuck it, she broke my heart. I'll never forgive her."
And he never did.
I convinced Ivy to call him last week, because we needed a bong.
So we sat on his bed and she said, "It's been such a long time since we've all been here together."
Catwoman was there too, and it felt like old times.
"Don't get all sentimental on me," I replied.
Because the last time we were all there like that things were so different, and it inspired another long pointless chapter in this saga.
It's my fantasy, my sad excuse for a romance novel.
I made them leave soon after, because I couldn't stand being in the same room with him.
And that was the highlight of last week....trying to combat painful memories.
I need a hobbie, don't I?

The Underground Is Overrated

We find ourselves here over and over again, but we are the ones who chose this past; I want out though.
So maybe someday the choice will arise again, and I'll choose something different.
These trees are so familiar, city streets that I could call my home; but I won't, I'll make the distinction and change the past.

Attack of The Flying Zombie Pigs

I haven't been home for four days (with the exception of two 10 minute periods to pick stuff up), so much has been happening lately....I don't even know where to start.
Maybe that I've been everywhere, and maybe that I've stayed out this long because it's easier to live at my friend's houses where there's food and everything is clean, and everything is....normal.
So Thursday evening I got pizza with Catwoman and The Jester, I spent the night at The Jester's house (which I will explain later).
I went home to pick things up at noon on Friday, I went to The Library and had Ivy meet me there.
I spent the night at Ivy's house, and did her hair and makeup for her birthday party on Saturday, it was fun.
I'm still here at Ivy's house, watching the end of RENT; because....just because.

A Fleeting Thought

Just for the record, I don't know where the faeries came from....