meow.
My childhood ambition ...
was to become a unicorn.
Why I write ...
because i'd explode if I didn't.
My first job ...
was my worst job.
"neurosis." I have had such reoccurring dreams images of concubines and conquered kings. Such ill-fitting things, melodies borne of sutured heartstrings- Beauty bottled in store-bought creams- Exploding bombs and suppressed screams- Fact and fiction masked behind gilded screens- Oh God, my god! This world of "seems" Is fraying at the seams. Such wicked, torrid, reoccurring dreams!
More..Mae Day
Member since: December 2007
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