[carrot_queen]'s diary
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Soo Meester computer, throw it at me.
Load up that drive with a few strangers
and catapault them into my world
Whirlwind them through my mind and watch
Me stumble and wobble, topple and fall
Bleary eyed into that big ol' well You like
Playing with so damn much
Throw a penny in that well and make a dream
come true, But all the while its not a penny
it's a chocolate coin Left down there...
for the rats
Down and Down into that drippy well
The Bricks are smiling at me with their happy
indifference,
You know, Meester Computer, There's more
than one of them
Written about Tuesday 2005-02-08
Written: (7230 days ago)
Prayer
spiritual cure ^
Okay, so there i was sat down on my bed reading, and i gets up and goes to the bathroom to brush my hair and i realise my FACE is strange when slack! :o when i have no expression it looks all wobbly and my nose is too big for my lips and things! :o So there i am getting all paranoid so i tense my muscles behind my ears like i do when im talking to someone or someones looking at me and its completely different, seriously, so i asked rach and ste wether i looked like me on my photo's and things and they said i do and im stupid....Gidd
School pictures on friday >_<That means one of the whole school, one singular one of me (which i will be tensing the ears on and pouting, just to be different from the wide toothy grin everyone else will have, i may seduce the photographer actually, if he is worthy) AND friend photographs. It'll cost a bomb to get them though, so i may just take in my digicam, take a few dozen pictures of EVERYONE (hot teachers and pixie girl included) and copy them to disk then get them developed at boots fora few quid....Becaus
Written about Monday 2005-01-24
Written: (7246 days ago)
Artist: Siouxie And The Banshees
Album: Peepshow
Title: Peek-a-boo
Creeping up the backstairs
Slinking into dark stalls
Shapeless and slumped in bathchairs
Furtive eyes peep out of holes
She has many guises
She'll do what you want her to
Playing dead and sweet submission
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Reeking like a pigsty
Peeling back and gagging free
Flaccid ego in your hand
Chokes on dry tears, can you understand?
She's jeering at the shadows
Sneering behind a smile
Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
Into the face of the beguiled
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Golly jeepers
Where'd you get those peepers?
Peepshow, creepshow
Where did you get those eyes?
Strobe lights pump and flicker
Dry lips crack out for more
`come bite on this rag doll, baby!
That's right, now hit the floor'
They're sneaking out the back door
She gets up from all fours
Rhinestone fools and silver dollars
Curdle into bitter tears
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Golly jeepers
Where'd you get those peepers?
Peepshow, creepshow
Where did you get those eyes?
yeah, jennie and nick together, she was at her house. he stripped her, threw her in the shower to sobre her up. after she was sobre, they tried to have sex. they couldnt even do that, stupid bastards. She only fucking tried to do it to prove she could i bet, but she couldnt, haha. what a bitch. anyway, so, yeah
hi there stranger, dont you fall
into the colours, were your call
cannot be heard from far above
your depth, your choise, your love
no inbetween, no ponders shared
your weakness blaring, broken, bared
your inner mind, your inner peace
shaking, longing for quick release
within the confines of your heart
your identity ripped apart
and all to have but one other
lose your freinds but find a lover
cherished moments lost in mist
but im in love, you all insist
empty complaints, just shut up...
lay little chickadee sitting on the ground,
sit in the dark and dont make a sound
sob to your peers about trouble and woes
cry about your highs and rejoice in your lows
yearn for things you cant have, hate all that i give
complain about the world and how you dont deserve to live
dont have the courage to stand on your own
complain about the problems that you yourself have sewn
talk until my ears bleed and make my lips quiver,
make my soul colder and my fingertips shiver
ignore the knife of truth that i stab into your heart
i hope this is a lesson, i hope this is a start
make me understand why your life is so wrong
make me weep for you, to yearn and long
the answers in your own mind, inside your head
stop talking at me, convince yourself instead