And I can't register for new courses for university because I can't pay tuition yet because my bank account is processing OVER A THOUSAND DOLLARS IN CHEQUES.
And I need a new job.
I hate sleeping alone.


ManicI cant be here anymore, in the rain Colours mixing like cheap guitar riffs Inhaling smoke and gasoline Cigarette-butt lips bleed diffuse turpentine.Manic
I dont belong here, in this sweet night Under a moon that would not, could not, Has not loved me, As I would not, could not, have not loved it.
Make me yours.
It doesnt matter what you do with me, Because either way Id still belong As trash or treasure or fallen idol. Mark me, as I marked you When I stole your wings, tearing you from the sky Show me what it was to fall,  


My MoonMoon, embrace me in sweet nepenthe Wrap me in your darling blankets of night Milk-white arms entwined in mineMy Moon
For you are the moon, you know. Even as you change shape- And form- These stars, my stars, will still be here To glisten, frozen, in the skies Until time loses all interest
I know that I am cruel, but when did I Claim to be kind?
Scream

Conform With Me i was born a butterfly, with gorgeous grey eyes and multicolored wings;Conform With Me
red, orange and yellow for the sunrise


For YouI climbed the highest mountain, swam the deepest sea (when I couldn't swim at all), and burned at the stake for you.For You
And you just watched while the flames licked the flesh from my bones, until I was nothing but ashes that you scattered in the wind, false tears burning your eyes.
When next you see me, I will no longer love you.
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"This is how the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper."
"I thought it would be nice to lie down and close my eyes. It never occurred to me that I am already asleep."
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"Quand l'Homme cessa d'être Singe, il fut Con."
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"Have fun at your boring scholarly get-together then. Try not to miss my mischievous charm too much."
"I'm sure I'll be devastated. Goodbye," he said, closing the door behind him. "You good-for-nothing dim-witted sod. Oh, good morning, Officer."
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"Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real."
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Every man that has an ear, let him hear.
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The Joys of Motherhood: You haven't lived until you've had your butt kicked from the inside.
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