It feels like I'm in the Twilight Zone.
I look outside and all there is is Pitch Black Nothing. No cars even bothered to shine their lights down this street tonight. Maybe I've gone crazy. Maybe I'm just thinking too much.
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Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.
She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.
But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,
the pins stick further in.
..from the Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy. Read it. NOW.
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Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"
Atheist
You are Godless! You could care less about religion. As far as you're concerned, if you can't see, touch and kick something, it's not real to you. You're day-to-day activities consist of eating, working, sleeping and the occasional Internet or coffee shop debate. Lastly, if anyone chooses to preach at you otherwise, you will either leave or debate them until they finally shut up.
And now you know.
well then
hoorah for bad entries
tata Lovelies
-j.a.n.e.
Listening to: The Killers
i always thought of my diary as a girlchild..hunk? Damnit my diary is a butch! Sweeeet..
Oh, if only a handsome diary would take my diary in its arms and..
wait..is this diary erotica? $Cha$Ching$
Concerning death (again): I'm currently puzzling over the opinion expressed by more than one person at sitD that death just doesn't matter. These people claim not to give a damn who dies or when or how. They have the fatalistic attitude that, because EVENTUALLY everything on Earth will return to dust, nothing matters NOW. I'm confused.
au revoir, bon soir...
♥