Sunday, December 16, 2007

I feel

So full. Full of emotion or thought or whatever.

So full that I feel the only way to get it out is by running till I drop, fucking till I pass out, screaming, sweating, crying, bleeding. Sleeping, reading, writing. Cleaning, looking through magazines, knitting, watching movie after movie, driving for forever. Get a new piercing, tattoo.

A new photo.

I'm tired of looking a pretty things.
Pretty people
with pretty clothes
and pretty expressions.

Where's my tripod?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Friday will be a piercing day Meagan. Find the cleanest place in Bumfuck.