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I have these both in abundance. I AM NOT afraid to die, but would like to live
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Its early in the morning. Holiday frivol just went wry with consequences.
If I am staring at death this morning, I want to lie still with it in the evening.
Fuck life. Pun Intended
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So, after a hurricane of frivol and carelessness in the sin city, I am back at the farms and very agitated by the kings backwardness. Swaziland sucks, but also the idea of going back to Joburg. I am wondering if I should at all bother myself trying to be a good person anymore or I should turn into a terrorist and Kill all the animals that inhibit the ant mole. It’s exactly nine days until I get to hold my flag up in smoke, as I inhale in the narcotine to the depths of my lungs and oblangata! A puff is a symbol of my freedom. Thats all I am willing to share at the moment! oh, wait a minute..! I get it, I am so fucking pissed off because I havent blunted on nothing in almost a week. Silly me, all this time I have been thinking that I can switch off my cancer and have some ice- cream. What a lie. I want a cigerrette and I want it now. Oh GOD, this is hard.
Oh, did I mention that I danced with the devil whilst aways away on holiday Frivol. Most excting and dangerous time of my life. However ( If, a may use correct English for the sake of Sparking Controversy), I want some more. But I have PRAYED to GOD that I desire no more, of such things. He is clearly not listening, which isn’t much of a problem because I like challenging my will against the devil’s. but Boy, was he just not ugly and good! times of my life. We were drunk from zamalek, spoke little and yet hung in and out of each others craze. The devil says to send my love…another Irony! what LOVE?
Good people and Gaga’s little monsters, Compliments of the season to you all.
Too Much Love and Hate.
Peace and War
Death and Birth,
Forever not yours,
Nokuthula ( My mother gave me this name as a bitter revenge for my father’s infidelity. She said,She would say nothing no more. I think I am breaking the rules)
PS. This is New
I have been wondering if the reason I keep on convincing him to get back with me is because I am getting a high from knowing that he wont cave or If I Gentlemanly do want him back.
Every time he says no, my conscience sleeps easy. Almost feels like I am asking one question that has multiple answer(S). The Yeses and No’s are good enough!
Questions before statements, that’s my answer.
I suspect I would have been a perfect Belle for the Salvatore Brothers. Oozing with all things delusional but what a beauty to hold the image still for a thousand years?
Ps. A clean heart is hard to find
I have been wondering lately if I am truly heartbroken by how my relationship recently ended.
Whether I can still go on listening to songs like these purely because they are outstanding or simply because my heart needs help to bleed, is quite troublesome to figure out.
Its hard especially if you listen closely to how the lead singer John Mani brushes his soul with so much pain against the lyrics,
This band has made such a difference to my life in such a short space of time. My relationship with their sound has so much been emotional like a presidential affair. Highly preferred but insanely dangerous. Besides my new found obsession for white boys, I am torn between the bassist and the piano guy. I can not believe that they have so much ability to create such profound music in between lectures and semester tests. The Violin man can just keep on playing, I dont have to see him, but I Know for sure that he is the love of my life. I can only imagine of he’d let the drummer make the noise though. Such surreal things, would render me useless to express any emotion when all they do is let the world see my emotions through their Music
I don’t have answers yet. Things have changed from “was there, to a never been”.
If you happen to come across these peaces of somethings I sporadically post on the internet and they Inspire you, please let me know. I have so much ink in my pen, and so much soul to share with you.
Regards,
not-so-sure-if-im-sad-or-heart-broken
ps. You are not the only one in pain… N2L
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Oh my poor body! I am very certain you’d rather lie still in a separate grave when all this war is over. Today is supposed to be my birthday. But I chose to postpone it, who wants to age at the peak of the miserable and surprisingly exciting life?
Apparently I should be turning 2X but can hardly recall the exact age, because the weekend has seen me loose all my senses and shove my common sense down the mulberry hole! Such can only be repeated when my body finally forgives my soul, In Harvey’s terms, that would be never!
I am in the office now, wishing that I meet a special man on my way home, who will give me a lift and buy me all the Prada shoes, plus A bottle of vodka to celebrate this miniature phenomenon. I am aging, backwards..as If I was ever grown up to begin with!
Oh well, I had imagined that this day would never come, haven’t you seen how the Tsunami and Hurricane Sandy just make a year drag and stink. I hate it.
I hate food too. I have only had two meals between Friday and Monday. I am not hungry anymore. I think I will never eat again, ever…
Even though I am left wondering if I should stomach up the bottle of olive oil sitting on my shelf and has been, for the last 11 months. I still wouldn’t get enough FAT to keep me through summers “cold” nights. Even though I can almost imagine that if I pour it on my head, it will deem me the Queen of aging? …I’m not sure
Nonetheless, Happy Birthday my poor body,
with love,
Soul
I wanna get drunk tonight, that’s All I WANT…AGAIN :)
