your panics are charming

paranoia in every direction.
weeding out suspicion

"the fall festival = a human dumpster" - Kyle O

The other night we went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. As soon as the news of it happening was remembered, we got in the damn car and rode like bats out of hell toward the nearest Goodwill. Upon pulling into the parking lot we drove in and cornered the Wassermuler. It was a god thing we did or he would never have worn that onesy. All in short, we were ridiculously beautiful - beautifully ridiculous.
What could we do?
What should anyone do in such a position of grandeur? Really.
The only possible solution to such awesomeness is to trip, fall, land on your face, and eat that goddamn cake.
So we did.

Run outside so fast that you go back in time to four years ago.
Back to that time when you had your first taste of true frustration,
when you weren't so jaded to the fact that you will try hard and it will not work out every time in your advantage.
So back in that time all you had to do was go to school; go home; and go to concerts.
The routine alone was enough to be too much, but the naivety held when you happen upon being 16 keeps the checks in balance, and this remains a constant until you one day show up too early to something and have time to sit and think. And, when you finish thinking you've come up with an idea. So you propose this idea to the friend you showed up too early with, and this friend is the type of good friend to go with ideas that come about when you're realizing that sometimes you have to do something to release the frustration.

Bang

Reset


Show your feelings while wearing make up and high heels and run with them - backwards for miles just to show your strength. Strung out, naked, and desperate. Track marks all up your arms. Don't pretend and don't think it's real.
Cau....

*Snap*
These two guys just drove past me and yelled "nerd."

man, i drank so much coffee and i'm still just trying to stop being jittery and irrational.