Friday, July 29, 2005

ouch.

My Wings are clipped,
(My Feet are bound)
Every flight i attempt,
Ends up with me smashing to the ground.

Cold air fills (feels) the space beneath.

Every flutter,
Brings a bone piercing through my raw flesh.
I'm conditioned.

Holes in my body make me feel powerful,
And i'm addicted.

But now,
My bone has been removed.
(There goes my secret weapon)
My opium seized.
I cough.
ShuddershivertremblescreamstumbestrugglechokeVOMIT--
in silence,
expressionless.


picking up the little pieces of my life along the way--ouch.

vane farted at 9:23 PM

Monday, July 04, 2005

tragus and her evil twin -- anti-tragus



heh. my recent crave for power and comfort has led to this.

did it at body-decor at heeren..and my piercer was DAMN cool.

and this -- was DAMN pain. lovely.




"maybe if it hurts bad enough, i may wake up."

vane farted at 8:26 PM