"Walk away ladies and gentlemen, walk away."

04.27.08

I'm wondering what I've gotten myself into. Who's bed am I laying in? Looking up at the mirror reflecting my bare breast, reflecting only a glimmer of me. A hand on my thigh, another holding my wrist, and a third at my throat. Two tiny punctures just above my colar bone. Is this the me I was suppose to become. I realize I'm just a figment, maybe an untied string; a fragment of his collective? Don't you know I'm going to scream and act out? Don't you know I'm not going to be happy until I've become the whole of the mirror?

Invader Zim is on the tv. Which reminds me of the Blue Lakes house. Which rememinds me of 9 months of my life I can't quite remember.

I think I've been cought in three steps that just keep repeating themselves.

Last weekend I danced with a guy who knows the cold beer bottle trick. I don't know if it's intentioanl but I certainly like it. When slow dancing he holds his beer bottle against the small of your back. The cold glass feels so good against hot skin.

I'm going to bed.
Oh, these dreams and these mirrors!

Nelapsi

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