Why be a wallflower when you can be a fucking ROSE?
Write a story about me that I may read. List the things you like that I never knew previously.
Secretly want to fuck me but never let on. The sound of suspenders snapping and the way I bite my lip with innocence is all that and more in reality. Dream on.
I certainly have not mass market appeal, I'll never be Number One or the Queen of anything. It's irrelevant, slow down and be happy or nothing will be worth your while.
My hair and skin are see through and I'm the colour of infinity on the horizon. Blank and bare but you can't not stare.
I want to be as gorgeous as nature, for everything around me to be filled with gorgeousness. It often is, depending on how hard you look.
The world is just so sublime, don't you think? Did you ever watch the way that cables danced across the sky outside the train window rather than giving angry stares to the suit on his cell sitting opposite you? Have you ever really watched a fly, I mean really watched the way it moves and reacts before swatting it? There's something so entrancing about the efficiency of insects.
Sometimes I think I really am alone. Isolation leads to insanity and I'm prone to eccentric actions, but I really do enjoy being good to myself and being by myself so perhaps this is not such a bad thing. You probably wouldn't understand.
I want to be a picture perfect. A novel. A black and white movie. A Classic, always and forever.
Friday, September 21, 2007 7:24:12 AM GMT
Hey baby, you know who this be! Lawd of grace!!! There be a rat under yo' nose! Yes ma'am there sho'nuff is!!! Iono if you know, but there a little terd on yo' page called mathew raven star, and baby, that ho' is no good! I'm just lettin' yo'self know hon! Praise the lord!