don't let the universe regret you don't let the universe regret you don't
let
the
universe
regret you or who you are or
who you were or who you will fucking be
marty mcconnel said it best i think about those words dont let the universe
regret you i wonder if the universe regrets me
zero calorie soda in the sea of grey desks and i don't even know if that's how you
spell grew greyw grew grey grey grey grey greyw
grew
i grew up in a house with no doors i think i've done that one before, oops
my eyes are closed and i can't think i'm not thinking i;mnotthinking i'm not thinking
is this he who comes into the night like mares
like nightmares that sneak into my evanescence like the songs lithium
i used to take lithium it used to make me sick my marriage was just over
i was married once in a looooong distant land of confusion infusion like that old juice fruitopia
so many people would agree that i was not right in the head when i did that because i didn't really know myself but i know know know know knwo myself now
i know things, pretty beautiful horrifying things and way more potent that the stench of paris hilton's record sales
she really sucks at singing randomness is pretty don't let the universe regret you don't let it kill you don't let it regret you ever ever every one has a price to pay for their indiscretions and living a lie isn't worth mentioning ever
i love a man i love a boy i love a boy i call him jethro he sings me songs of heartbreak he sings me songs of moons and lakes and metropolitan metro waves he sings to me like lullys lullabies he's a good singer and a good man he will never love me back never love me back. i cry at night sometimes because i miss the way his breath felt pressed gently against my neck when he told me that i was beautiful when he orgasmed like a king and i took in his potion like his submissive queen, i miss the way he looked at me with perfect nose and beautiful honest eyes and said hello and told me if anyone could teach him to move his tongue like me he would be the richest man alive. i miss warmth of touch and smell and waking up next to his body, olive toned and strong me bigger and more frail. my heart is my weakness. i can't pretend i am anything without his touch, i miss his couch i miss his pillows don't let the universe regret US i say now, don't let it build away from you and me.
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This is just my daily rambling practice.
Start a new blog entry, clear your mind and just type whatever comes to you, as it comes to you. Don't stop until you feel you're done, and do not go back and edit yourself.
I am a big believer in this writing exercise, I have been doing it for years. Anyway, enjoy :).
1 comment:
I like it. I like it, I like it. Lilly of the valley. I like it. Lilly's ramblings are ramblings of a lovely Lilly. A Lilly of the massess, who reflects the masses, who touches the masses, who speaks for the masses. And I am just a voice in that mass, reflecting the sound of that mass, into the universe and beyone. We collectively are shouting "I like it, I like it, I like it. We like Lilly.
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