Happy Gay Pride Week!!!

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Happy Gay Pride Week...

Exhaustion is like... eating at my brain. I don't think I've ever been this sleepy... Well... I don't think I've ever been this sleepy and been able to function at the same time. Right. So, Anne Rice is a silly goose. The Mayfair series is drawing my curiosity. I want more tragedy more beautiful and poetic ecstasy. I need those beautiful words rushing wantonly in my veins... unfortunately she fucked up. Blood Canticle: awful writing. AWFUL. But that's okay. I forgive you. Sometimes, as a writer you have to do some silly things... and there you go. Ngh? Ummm my eyes feel swollen, somehow. Like they're too big for my head. My little brother is losing weight... and he wasn't very heavy to begin with. It worries me. Asthma, they say... Do you lose weight like that because of asthma? Maybe it's the anxiety of livng with his damn parents (my mother and my stepfather) I can't wait until he's a little older and he can go off with his friends so he doesn't have to deal with these people.

So. Yeah. And the trees are being so nice to me lately. Just as trees should. They're green and shady and strong... I love themmmm. But the sun, it's cracking through my skull... gaaahh. I need a break from this monotony. I want some really strange punctuation; what do you think? like... a new punctiation mark that's spiky and beautiful. Or like a bright pink flower... Color should play into our language, each inflection of the tongue tied securely to a tone of brilliant green or sultry purple. What?

Oh Virgin Radio is my baby's daddy. I will have hot sex with that radio station forever and ever and ever and...

Everyday I love you less and less
It's clear to see that you've become obsessed
I've got to get this message to the press
That everyday I love you less and less
And everyday I love you less and less
I've got to get this feeling off my chest
The Doctor says all I needs pills and rest
Since everyday I love you less and less
Unless, unless

I know, I feel it in my bones
I'm sick, I'm tired of staying in control
Oh yes, I feel a rat upon a wheel
i've got to no what's not and what's real
Oh yes I'm stressed, I'm sorry I digressed
Impressed you're dressed to SOS
Oh, and my parents love me
Oh, and my girlfriend loves me

Everyday I love you less and less
I can't believe once you and me did sex
It makes me sick to think of you undressed
Since everyday I love you less and less
And everyday I love you less and less
You're turning into something I detest
And everybody says that your a mess
Since everyday I love you less and less
Unless, unless

I know, I feel it in my bones
I'm sick, I'm tired of staying in control
Oh yes, I feel a rat upon a wheel
I've got to no what's not and what is real
Oh yes I'm stressed, I'm sorry I digressed
Impressed you're dressed to SOS

Oh, and my parents love me
Oh, and my girlfriend loves me
Oh, they keep photos of me
Oh, thats enough love for me
Oh, and my parents love me
Oh, and my girlfriend loves me
Oh, they keep photos of me
Oh, thats enough love for me

Sooo the Pride parade is on Saturday. Any Houstonians coming along?

Um right. My brain is starting to throb... on the right side. That's probably not a good thing, but who am I to judge such a complex organ? Toodles.