You let them into your home. Give them love and fame. They will return fear and lies. Switch to another world and all that is seen is doppelgängers. Soft-core porn that never gets to the sex. Teasing and taunting you as if you were a sex slave at The Club. Half a diamond, all that you are worth. A debonair gentleman, curtailing each minute of your non heroic life. Step into the lights, perfectionism and eyes. Botch, and be hated. Centralized on your cadaverous not to be shown. We’ll kneel before them and let them parent your children. The spread of diphtheria, to shut those up who disagree. Bearing angora and purchasing unessential items only for the benefit to ameliorate nothing. An amenable to be envision with intentions of being a pseudo. Lines to be read, as if a psalter was at hand. Could it be sooth? Sooth as the dirt up high your head; doubt able. Idolize them and feel idyll.
Your writing is exquisite. I love it.
-Holly
shithead.
i love your diary
do you have a screen name?
i love your diary
do you have a screen name?