A journal for chronicling my immeasurably fascinating dysfunctions.
But really.
I'm probably more normal than you.
In addition to my dysfunctions, I am also going to chronicle my journey from a cute personality to a Sex Goddess. Please feel free to read and contribute.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Untitled Poem 1
Hollow.
Tunnels of misapprehension.
Begotten gloom
No hope
No possibility.
Time; a human concept
Fabricates a possible reality.
For tomorrow may not happen.
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