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Drunken ramblings of the mind

• Reincarnation; horses continuing through solvent abusers. Im continuing the cycle, carrying horse bones letting them gallop once more in the blood stream, rear proud and furious in the mind. *sniff*
• High heels- implements of restriction. Bloody hard to walk in. With a few experiments I discovered the method of walking on those thin podiums- alcohol. Either it distracts you from the perception of wearing shoes, meaning that you walk with ease or if you still stagger you can blame the unsteadiness on the booze. Or much more sensibly you could not wear high heels since they're pretty pointless.
• It is actually disturbing that there's a period on the middle of the night, aka in the wee hours, when I find drawing a small smiley face on my hand hilarious.
• Oh fuuucckkk . . . . For whatever reason I was rolling around near suffocating from laughter on the floor of the loo's in a bowling alley last night, it really wasn't that funny. Increase embarrassment and loss of dignity with sober(ish) retrospect.
• A while ago when I was bored I let loose a rumor about myself and my sexuality. This is big gossip for the younger years who congregate in little clumps of children (our school esp. In the lower, in both senses of the word, can be a homophobic den. The lists posted everywhere providing the disapproved grounds for bullying fail to mention sexuality) the same groups one finds stampeding along the corridor's. Even now I get eager beady eyes looking up at me blinking with their queries. Usually I give my answer with a chararismatic wave of the hand an, "oh darhling." A stereotypical light 'feminine' laugh, a gentle pat on the head; then a quick retrieval of a dainty hand when their pointy teeth snap at the fingers.
• "My name is Domino Harvey- I am a bounty hunter." Ever since I hacked off my hair I am, according to my bro.
• I miss goths, what happened to them? Were they wiped out by the wave of emos? It's the red squirrel/grey squirrel thing all over again. Except instead the grey squirrels monopolizing the red's food it's the emos taking over the eye-liner supplies.
• Impossibly tiny hands feet and ears. I stole them from baybees- welcome to the faults of a changeling.

BOOGIE

posted by Boogie @ 9:54 PM