| The Beginning of Type 1 |
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I almost burnt down my house today, not on purpose. Surprise.
These white walls are the only thing keeping me protected from the outside world. The sun hurts my eyes. The blue glow from my computer has a luring effect. Calling my name "Jeffrey.... Jeffrey" as if my iPhone and television aren't distracting enough.
RADIOFREQUENCY-CANCER.
Makeup. Ersatz and False reasoning. My lipstick is smudged and my face feels like cement. Paralyzed by Botox.
I'm a chemical kid. I was born into a world where the food I eat is poisoned by the "treatment" and "pesticides" to keep it SAFE. The bleach I use on my hair is used break down the protein and strip the color so I can dye it with day-glow NEON colors. A time in which humans are so disconnected that it's unnecessary to call them and horrible to show up at the door step. I cannot wait for the day when internet contact lenses and HUD become a part of my everyday life. I alway's push and I want moremoremoremoremoremoremoremore.
Right now I could write forever, but I don't want to chip another nail and the Methamphetamine sitting on the table beside me is untouched. Waiting. Blaring music is putting me to sleep.
I'm scared to sleep, Nightmares.
Love+Lipstick
Jon Benet.... you would be proud. |
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