If you hate stereotypes and think ppl should just shut up and be who they are instead of judging who everyone else is, post your "wrongful stereotype" in the comments section.

**pick the stereotype that fits you**

I'm SKINNY, so i MUST be aneorexic

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.

I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz

I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.

I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a *brat.

I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.

I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.

I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST be "evil" and not have any morals.

I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.

I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.

I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.

I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.

I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.

I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.

I'm IRISH, so I MUST be a drunk son of a gun.

I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.

I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.

I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...

I'm a DANCER, So i must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore

I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.

I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.

I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.

I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.

I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.

I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.

I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.

I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.

I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.

I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.

I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals

I'm ITALIAN, so I must be in some sort of mob.

I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!!

I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.

I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.

I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.

I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.

I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.

I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be doing them all.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.

I have BiG BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.

I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.

I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.

I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.

I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.

I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO

I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.

I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited

I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13

I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy

I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy

I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas

Im a STONER so i MUST be going in the wrong direction

Im a VIRGIN so i MUST be prude

Im STRAIGHT EDGE so i must be violent.

I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.

I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.

I'm BI so I MUST think every girl i see is hot.

I'm ASIAN so I MUST have a small penis.

I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so i MUST be fat.

I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.

I'm ASIAN so i must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7

I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.

I'm MIXED so i must be SEXY

I listen to MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, so I MUST be a scene kid.

I'm MUSLIM so i MUST be covered up at all times.

I'm in ORCHESTRA/BAND, so i must be a geek

I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA

I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect

I'm Depressed so I MUST be emo and cut myself

I'm a Blaxican so i am a messed up kid

I'm a Bosnian so I must shoot up malls

If you hate stereotypes--stop and post something.  Judgment has to stop!

Well, I think I am back from my small haitus but still mulling on my current situation.  It seems to take up quite a bit of my time this being angry at people who don't deserve my anger or my adoration.  They are small minded people from a small community who have developed "God-Complexes" of sorts and have made it their personal mission to rid the town of those that don't think, believe, smell, look, or resemble them. 

And what makes me more pissed is I spend a lot more time mulling over my response to these individuals than they probably spend choosing their dinner entrees.  All I can say is BASTARDS and I wish they'd all SOD OFF. 

Anyway, on to other topics....

This is my top eleven list of things I want, need, or would be amused by at this point in time:

1. The person's  head on a platter who is currently responsible for my shit situation.

2. Two faced bitches to die and stop talking to me.

3. My job in tact.

4. A decent boyfriend type who doesn't want to marry me after a week.

5. Pasta

6. Cabernet

7. The winter storm watch to become a winter storm warning

8. Peace of Mind

9. An apology for the over-zealous meglomaniacs who man our board.

10. To sleep through the whole night.

11. Sex (sorry five years is a long time; I might as well be a eunich!)

Thank you eveyrone for your shout-outs....

 I'm feeling a little better, these lunatics in my town are making my life incredibly difficult, so I had a moment a weakness the other night, and it really "sucked," for lack of a better word.  I just felt kind of hopeless there for a bit.

 Thanks for the comments, and yes, Kenneth....this thing is on.... :)

Break 19 to Barnabus, come on back...The Crazy C is back on the the air.  10-4?

Later All and Thanks Again,

C.

P.S.  Check out this link if you want to see something completely stupid, moronic, and that has no redeeming quality whatsoever.  One word of warning, don't leave til you see the "snake."

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgers.php

please someone talk to me?

i cannot take another night....

please?

 is anyone there?

This poem seemed an apt addition to my blog and my daily mantra to myself.... :)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas-

Okay, will maybe not literally screwed.....

I found out I've lost my job due to the insane dislike of my local "crazy christian" chapter.  Now, it's not all of them.  Our catholics, lutherans, and methodists are fairly low-key, but the baptists living in our town, run our town.

It's a sad situation to know that the church/state line is so blurred, that I'm fairly sure this town has lost it and is helpless to find it without intervention by a group of highly literate, fearless, card-carrying ACLU members who may or may not be atheists or agnostics.  And trust me folks, I don't see that coming down the pike any time soon.

I go to present my case before our "christian board" this next week.  I'm sure it won't matter, but I am going to write a speech of greatness that will fall somewhere between the president's speech from the movie "Independence Day" and the one Robin Williams gives in "Patch Adams." 

Anyway, it sucks and I'm hurt, angry, depressed, and many other adjectives, I'm just to depressed to dig out of my muddled brain right now.

Wish me luck all....

I'm going to need it.

C.

BENT

breathing deeply

the realness

of the moment

glides slowly around my mind...

though i

reject it

i'm still left

breathless

silently screaming

repentant

and

rebellious

in the heat

of your judgment

Though I'm bent

I won't break

and the scar

I wear now

will fade

as the weight of

your sin

bears you

hard and fast

toward nothing more

than

dust,

sand,

bone....

to nothing more

than filth

beneath my feet.

This is the song that angered the masses last evening, as well as being one of my top favorite songs as well.  The introduction to this song rocks.....I freaking LOVE IT!  Follow the url for head banging and revenge fun.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kORuuYvCQnA

Happy Head Banging All!

P.S. If anyone could tell me how to actually embed the video in my post, I'd appreciate it.  I tried a couple of times, and it didn't work.  Thanks!

C.

Currently Listening The Poison By Bullet for My Valentine Tears Don't Fall

Good Morning All:

Well, it figures....

It's a morning I can sleep in, but am I?  No. 

As my little munchkins dream away their mornings, I am wide awake contemplating the fun factor of laundry, bathroom scrubbing, and/or, bed stripping.

Now, I know...you're all jealous.  Who wouldn't be?  The domesitic life I live is something for people to covet.  Don't doubt it.  I've seen the envious stares as I load my shopping cart up with cleaning products at the local mega-mart.  It's sad, but I do understand.

Well, on to other equally exciting news...

I called and left a message for my psuedo-maybe-new-boyfriend reporter man.  I asked him to call me as there was something I wanted to ask him.  Now this is vague enough that he could assume I'm just wanting to ask about the story, so I'm hoping he'll call, and after I'm done cleaning and scrubbing like the indentured serveant I am, I hope to be heading out to the local wine bar for a high priced glass of vino (no beer substitute tonight).

Anyway, duty calls as well as my coffee pot.

Later all,

C

Currently Listening Back Into Your System By Saliva Always

The Unattainable

I'm here

Scarred

And left needing

More than this hurt

More than this fear

I'd kneel before you

As your supplicant

But your face is stone

And there's no penace, no peace.

When will my desire for you

Stop pulsing through me?

Pulling and ripping

Destroying me from the inside out?

I bleed for you

And live in pain.

There's nothing

That feels right

Or real anymore

I turn the lights off

Seeking a place

Within my mind

Where the biting demons

Of love

Sleep far from my heart

The heart that's been stripped, scoured, and bruised.

A place-

where there's some reprieve from pain

and loving the unattainable.

I'm sure no one but me, and maybe one other person will understand the significance of that blog title, but it makes me chuckle, and trust me, I need a chuckle at the end of my 14 hour day.

Who knew in one day you could shove in, a meeting, some bad ass lectures on Joyce Carol Oates,  Ray Bradbury,and thesis statements,  layout a newspaper, decorate for a dance, chaperone at said dance, break up an orgie/smoking party in the bathroom, headbang at dance, call dance off 1/2 hour early because the munchkins were acting like animals, and then clean up after dance to the approval of the custodial staff who were angered that they had to clean up after said dance they did not know about.  WHEW!!!

Well, you can imagine that after all that, I was looking so forward to a nice glass of Merlot.  Unfortunately, because one little cherub's ride showed up 35 minutes after I thought I'd be gone, I found myself 12 minutes past vino selling time.  That's some cruel stuff right there.  Anyway, I had to settle for beer, and though not my first or favorite choice, it's still mellowing out my nerves and making this day a nice fuzzy spot on my radar, although my throbbing feet are reminding me it's still been 14 hours of fun.

In other news, I've decided to ask out this reporter person I met last evening.  It was kind of an odd and random situation.  I was getting interviewed, and all I wanted to do was take him out for a drink (no, that is not a typo).  Well, not just that, I also was overcome by an urge to push up his poor glasses that were seated precariously on his face.  I didn't.  Though I had to clench my fists to make myself behave. I'm not exactly sure what that means--weird I know, but there was some intangible quality that made me know more, especially when he told me one of his favorite writers is Hunter S. Thompson--jackpot!

Well, I do believe this shall end my wisdom for the day, except to warn you all not to eat Peter Pan or Wal-Mart brand peanut butters manufactured at plant #2111.  Other peanut butter should be okay, as those companies currently don't have disgusting, dirty equipment.

That is all my friends, and in the words of Spock---live long and prosper.

Peace,

C.

Currently Listening Sunsets and Car Crashes By Spill Canvas The Tide

REAL

Icy cinder block

Presses against my face

And I will my breath

In and out.

I can hear it shaking

In my chest, as  my resolve

Slips slowly away...

One more minute

It will pass

One more minute

I'll be able to

Speak...

I'm sure it makes you

Happy to be so superior

To know your words

were deadly accurate

And have found

The exact spot

To bring me

Breathless

To me knees

Pushed head first against

This wall

I'm sure it makes

You feel like a man

To know I'm here

Paralyzed

Almost ready

To let go

Begging someone to keep me from weakening,

From slipping,

From weeping,

And from finally being

Real.

Though it was valentines day today, my mind was mulling on something a bit off the trail of candied hearts, chocolates, and 1/2 price roses from the corner mart.    I, my friends, was thinking about hypocrites.

I have addressed this particular issue in other venues, but hadn't yet broached it here, in the lovely land of shoutpost. 

I've met some doozies in my day--hypocrites that is.   People so capable of judging and beguiling others that it would make a mere mortal's head spin.  They hate on everyone and everything which I don't really have a problem with.  Hell, I like to do it too.  The problem arises, however, when they put on thier good "christian gear" and are supplicating in chuch less than a week later, exalting what fabulous indiviuals they are.  They sing their praises to God while leaving their marks on other's lives. 

But what the hell?  Go to confession, right?  That's a pretty sweet get out of jail free card in Monopoly, and it works in a similar manner in church. Don't doubt it.  This I know is true.  I wasn't a Catholic for 18 years for nothing.

Anyway, in all fairness, it's not just the Christians.  It's the regular folk as well.  You know the type that say they aren't judgemental, say they aren't spineless snivelers, you know...they say many things they are not.  However, under the breifest of pressure, they buckle, cave, and, curl, faster than sand castles at high tide.

I really freaking hate it.  People just need to be who they are, and if said person has a characater flaw (i.e. is judgemental, overly-senstive, etc.) then tell someone.  I'm not currently a part of the Dionne Warkwick psychic friends network, so don't get pissed when someone says or does something you don't like.  Don't persecute them like the Jews during the Holocaust just cuz you are hung up on your shit.

I am so damn tired of people saying they want to hear what's real, but the minute you say it, do it, or for all that is holy and hallowed make a joke of it.  You better watch out because the Reaper just called 67 and you're number 68. 

It's weak and I'm tired of it.

Get over it people...

c.

Currently Listening Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? By The Cranberries In My Head...

Requiem

Long nights

Melodies fading

In and out of my mind

I stare

At the walls

Asking questions

Seeking answers

Seeing nothing

Though I'm alone

I feel somehow

Whole

Though only a small

Piece of life's machine

Suspicion

And

Fear

Are unwelcome guests

Undermining

What hours, days, months

Have built.

Lay your head down

And be peaceful

In your skin

In a moment

Answers outnumber questions

As a tender requiem

Begins to play through the walls

Of my room

I'm perplexed....while simultaneously thinking...

"What the Hell?"

Some of you may wonder why am I thinking this?

Others, I'm sure could care less....

So here's the deal....

I came here (to shoutpost) to say my stuff, but beyond that, and with the exception of one person, there's been no major connection, and that was a big part of what I sought to find. 

It seems that not only in society at large, but even here, in this small microscosm of people who obviously value speech and its power, that so many of us are so wrapped up in useless pursuits of mind, in useless self-monologues.  

Now, I admit, I like to monologue every now and again, and to some degree, I use this place as a spot to say stuff, to spout, to rant, to rave, to just be.  I mean, not every thing I say is for feedback.  There are some things are just rhetorical, but honestly, that is an extremely small portion of what I'm trying to accomplish here. 

What I'm really looking for is that connection component.

I had that "connection component" on the other site I was on.  Unfortunately, that connection was forcefully severed by "the man."

I miss it. God, I miss it so much; it's a hole I"m trying to fix/fill every day.  I guess that's a alot of what I'm trying to do here.

I'd write for days at at time, and I always knew that one person was reading because when that comment was posted, it encompassed all I'd said and felt.  It helped me breathe in and out.  It made me feel valued.  It made me feel passionate about what I was writing. Bottom line---it made me feel like an important human being.

So I ask you, what's the purpose of saying a thing, writing a thing, unless we desire some kind of feedback? 

Otherwise what's the point?

Bottom Line....

People don't write shit for their health.  I mean some might, but most of us write shit to know that we're okay, and that we are not alone.

So, tell me ---am I?

And beyond that---are you?

Currently Listening Phobia By Breaking Benjamin The Diary of Jane

Half a Breath

Half a breath away

Though never

Farther.

Tandem hearts

broken

and

split.

An icy crust

Forms

As the

Weight of knowing

Crushes

Bruises

And

Breaks.

In the end,

There's

Nothing

But a small

Pooling

of dust

Swirling and

Clinging

It's swept away

In half a breath

Without pause

Or thought

Or

Regret.

Welcome to another frigid day.  BRRRR....

I need to move some place warmer.  Today, I have no doubt about it. 

But then because of my contrary personality, I would not like it there for long because it's too warm. 

Anyway, Valentines Day is on the way.  Doesn't that just fill our hearts with glee and gladness?  Another day to reflect on my complete lack of a meaningful romantic relationship. 

Damn greeting card companies--I hope they feel happy with themselves making the rest of us mate-less types feel even worse about ourselves than we did already. 

Maybe to contribute to the commercialism that is Valentines Day I'll send myself a Valentines Card and flowers and write myself some great love poem.  Then, maybe that will catch they eye of a gentleman who doesn't even know how great I am, and doesn't yet know he should fall madly in love with me, and marry me, and become my man slave.......ehhh....

Alright, enough of that crap.

I usually cycle through these times of feeling bad about my lack of relationship.  Then, I get really busy again, and I end up not having enough time to care.  We are moving back toward that.  It usually gets better after V-Day and B-Day pass

Well, I shall reflect upon this, and decide what to do about it, which will probably be nothing. 

I'm Out.

How do we all feel about "unrequited love?" 

Well my opinion is, it sucks.

Trust me,  I'd expect you all to think the worst, but before we begin..let me prologue this by saying that in this situation it's two-fold...and I need some serious advice....

Situation One

I've loved him for 10 years, but i'ts been a one-sided affair I've had a hard time getting out  of, as he's an alcoholic.  He cannot quit, even though he's rolled a car, been in a coma, saw apparitions, been in jail, lost his license, been in a 10 plus treatment facilities, and all kinds of other crazy shit. 

Now, he's forced to live with his mother and is angered at me because I'm not devoted to him. I know it's wrong, but I just want to scream in his face...wtf?  I mean he thinks I should just come down, hang out, wait til his mom is asleep, and then "quietly" fuck him?  (His words not mine)  Just like nothing is wrong?

What? I'm thinking is... 'NO"

He thinks I'm just supposed to drop to my knees in appreciation for his love and now forced sobriety?  Hell no...Hell no!  FUCK THAT!  I do love him, but I cannot have a one-sided relationship.    In reality, is that even love?  Reality please?

Did I mention he has no driver's license?  He can never come to see me.  I always have to do it, drive two hours?

I just feel I can no longer hurt for him; I  cannot live a lie, a fantasy anymore.... 

Situation Two

I think I am in love with him.  I've been feeling this way (very strongly) for the last six months).   At first, I thought it stupid, but then after awhile I found some hints in his words, his eyes, his gestures, that made me feel less alone.  The problem is he's unattainable.  I cannot tell him.  He cannot know I love him.  The only way out is that he loves me too.  The only way is I inhabit his thoughts, his being, his every desire, and he will eventually tell me.  He will eventually know how much I have given up for him....

I know it's a "crap toss," and I am idiot.   I always love wrong. 

If there's someone or something out there to help that, I'd surely appreciate that. 

Til then, I'll flap and fall..

Always stupid....

But obviously not humbled enough.....

C.

Draped 

 It's another night

draped in fear

wrapped in lonliness..

one more moment

agonizing

between blade

and flesh

blood

and life...

Long ago I

suffered over

tear stains on my sheets

and broken promises...

But now,

after yet another

morning

blinding and painful

I'd rather

drown

in those tears

than find

safety

in any harbor

but my own

Well, with all the time I had on my hands today, I was persusing through some old items, and came across something that made me laugh.  Now, some of these things might not make sense to some of you, but some of them might still make you smile a bit.  Anyway, onward and upward or upward and onward or some kind of "ward" 

Off we go...

 Things Not To Trust

1. Wind Pants
2. TLOTG
3. Sweat Pants
4. Doors
5. Caffeine
6. Dairy Queen (what is that white stuff on the side in the chicken fingers meal?  gravy?  hmm...)
7. Merle Hagard
8. God
9. School House Rock (they left out several conjunctions in "Conjunction,Junction, What's Your Function)
10. Politicians
11. Google Earth
12. licnep itna
13. Bukowski
14. The Number Zero
15. Inclusive Or
16. The Evil Triad
17. The Axis of Evil
18. The Human Race
19. Ninjas
20. The French
21. Men with Beards
22. Bears
23. Rosie O'Donnel
24. Talk Show Hosts
25. Leprechauns
26. Sober Irish Men
27. Most Short People
28. Sphynkters
29. Napolean Dynamite
30. Crazy Christian Hypocrites
31. Small Towns

Things to Trust

1. The number zero
2. Aborigines
3. TLOTG
4. Matt Schultz
5. Coffee
6. The Posse De La Verde
7. People named "jewelicious"
8. Buddha
9. Google
10. Regular Pencils
11. Ninja Turtles
12. The Little Men in Batteries
13. Zeuss the Dog
14. Communist
15. The word "Fuck"
16. The numbers 17 and 11
17. Orginal Diet Coke not Coke Zero or whatever the hell it's called
18. Grandma's Pancakes
19. Beer in a can (not from the tap, also no mixed drinks)
20. GOOD FRIENDS
21. Death Metal
22. People who we can spend more than 38 minutes with without wanting to kill, maim, or otherwise injure said individual....
23. The Intelligent

Well, feel free to add any trustworthy or non-trustworthy items I may have missed. 

Later All--

C

"My purpose was to stroll into the shade for a moment; but no sooner within- than it seemed to me I had stepped into the gloomy circle of some Inferno" 

From Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness

I was reading, and this line just popped out to me.  It seems that often we just stop for a moment, just stop to find ourselves and catch our breath, and no sooner than we do this, no sooner do we engage in a moment of weakness a moment of pause, of sadness, of anger, of pain, than our lives have moved swiftly on ahead of us, and we are left ialone in our melancholy shade. 

The question then presents itself, how do I get out? Or maybe, do I want out?

How do I force the light in through the gloom when it's often easier to sit under my shade tree contemplating how many hours it is before I can lay my head down and sleep away the hours, days, weeks, that come like waves with no reprieve?

I don't know, but I know I'm tired of sitting alone under this damn tree.

It's a beautiful sunny day today, yet my day started off so horribly, I'd like to crawl back into bed and start over.

My 14 year old son has had some kind of personality transplant over the past few months which leaves him incapable of doing much more than being zombie-like around me or spouting profanities at me.  You'd think when I didn't give him five dollars last night that the end of the world as we know it was upon us.  He had  a full on, crying, tantrum.  I don' know.  We're trying to work through this, but I sure as hell wish someone could tell me why he is the way he is.  I mean I could see it if I were some shit ass parent that was sleeping my way through the town, drinking and drugging, or doing other non-productive things for my family.  GRRRR>>>>>  I don't get it.

Anyway, I'm feeling disenchanted with the world.  Anyone ever feel that way?  Of late, I feel as though I am holding my breath waiting for something new, something different to happen.  A friend of mine let me now that if I want change I have to force it myself.  I do realize that, but I only know how to do that to a point.  Plus, what change is it that I want anyway? 

Part of me thinks I need to get out of this rinky dink town.  Part of me feels as though I'll be here forever, growing old and increasingly angry and angsty.  No angst isn't just for the young, we all can get a piece of that self-destructive pie if we want.

Eh, I don't know. 

Maybe I"ll post something more upbeat later....

Or Maybe not....

Currently Listening HURT Vol.1 By Hurt Rapture

Chilled

Laying, placid and smooth

against the surface of nothing

my thoughts race

and loop further and further

drifting and fading to

zero.

I'm chilled

and this deep-freeze

threatens to disfigure me

where I stand

but I --

I'd rather shake

and shudder

in this cold

than tremble in fear

anymore.