|Bitches love me cause they know that I can rock
||[Jun. 19th, 2006|10:13 pm]
|||||the pixies: where is my mind||]|
Let me just say.
I was driving home after dropping Katie off, with the windows rolled down and the pixies playing, and I knew a lot of things at that moment. It was the second in which you wish that another car would hit you and bend your car so much that they could never find your body. It was the moment in which you would never feel such excruciating pain in your whole life and that your death would last forever. And I wanted it. That is how I want to die. The death would be so perfect and I would be so happy.
Now that I have been exposed to my most childish of emotions, I can drop the feeling that I had felt so long. I can drop the word love into a pit deep inside my mind, I do not expect anything ever again from that disease of a word.
But, this may seem soon, there is though, this expectation. Now that I know this emotion is no longer existent, my mind is open to new wants that are inside of me. And these wants are so pure and beautiful that I can not wait for them to be expressed.
I want to be raped and pillaged and abadoned and touched and kicked and kissed and loved and hated and needed and lusted and destroyed.
And in turn I promise to take things as they are, never expect more than I can give.
I will feel lust and hurt and happy.
Those are the only emotions I ever want.
All others can suck me off.
On another note, he has pretty green eyes.
Do you know what I am trying to say?
I hope so.