HOSPITAL LIGHTS
ARE BRIGHT
AND SICKENING.

WHEN GOING TO A HOSPITAL TO GET WELL
EXPECT PHARMACEUTICALS NOT VITAMINS
PACKAGED PROCESSED FOOD NO FRUIT.
SUGAR OR FAKE SUGAR NO HONEY.
HONEY.

PEOPLE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.
CALL YOU BY YOUR BED NUMBER.

WE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL
AND SPENT THE NIGHT
JUST GOT OUT TODAY.
IS WAS TRAUMATIC.

WHEN YOU GROW UP.
YOUR EYES GET PEELED LIKE ONIONS.

I HAVE BECOME A BOARD.
AN IRONING BOARD.
CARDBOARD.
SOME KIND OF BLANK UN INTRIGUING
BORD.
ALL THAT I AM MY FACE MY BREASTS MY LAUGH MY TASTES
ALL FLATTENED
IN TO A BOARD THAT HAS YOUR NAME ENGRAVED.

I SEE YOU AND YOUR HUNGRY EYES I SEE MY REFLECTION TELL ME.

I KNOW YOU ARE BORD.

lets see..
so im playing the waiting game.
its not even a game
just a form of torture.

time actually slows down
when you wait hard.

both my female and male best friends are over seas
im meant to be there now.
in the northern hemisphere..
i miss Iceland so much.. my chest hurts.

snow capped mountains dark streets with dancing autumn leaves..
thats what its like there right now.
wile pollen is buzzing around here.

but i am on a trusting path.
and i hope it will lead me to a place that my heart can be happy.
my music.. little seeds blowing in the wind begging to become a forest.
hufff...
god i hope we get the house.

what if god was just a person.

i love the smell of night jasmine.

ts romantic.

i dont feel like going out tonight but i am.

i want people to just be nice to each other and them selfs and be happy to be.

is that naive ?

should i just be excepting the fact that people are destructive like planet cancer?

i was born at the end of June.

i better put on my dress now.

makes me queezy.
like i want to squeel and gulp for air.
makes me want to embarrass my self.
act like a child.
stomp my feet, throw tantrums.
sulk.
makes me want to,
make stupid little things.
write goofy letters.
cook glorious meals.
makes me feel dumb.
like iv never ever known anything.
and amazing.
careless.
like im about to loose my mind.
and it will be completely fabulous.
like an animal.
like a quivering lamb.
happy to sacrifice.
like my whole entire body is hungry.
and completely addicted.
like life before was grey.
and now
im
in
coulour.

STRESS MAKES PEOPLE ACT LIKE ALIENS.

get REEEEEEAL ESTATE,
FORMS
FILLING OUT
FORMS
YOU ARE AN ITEM FILL OUT YOUR FORMS
MONEY
PROOF
PROOF
PROOF
WHO ARE YOU
WHATS YOUR NUMBER TIMES DATES REVIEWS
SCALE WEIGHTS MEASURES..
REALLY????????????
FUCK. OFF.


im getting in my spaceship now.


BBBZZZZZZ.

PAIN
PAIN
PAIN
kind of like im a broken person
kind of like im torn in to bits and each bit is still alive and riggling
which part do i sew back on first and on to what were the fuck am i??

im wreking things makeing them worse
pushing when i should be pulling
frowning when i shoudl be laughing
laughing when i should be crying
its all messed up
and no ones gona clean up the wrekage but me
im the captain
the storm
and the ship

g.r.e.a.t

sound track..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-B00sIXLcs&feature=related