she_cant_confess pushpins to the lace betrayal and the sopped up love she pretends is her own. she wrings it out of a dirty cloth and pretends she means what she says. 020216 ... carne de metal I can understand. 020216 ... neverender the truth that drives divine madness through her being as the words intertwine and tangle to form a noose choking every last sigh and utter out of her throat hands bound behind her back with intangible rope words, woven and twisted in knots the truth, a victim of bondage slaved and tortured by the master within bittersweet interlude, tied up and nude yearning and aching to bare the honesty concealed by her rope of words [...or bullshit] prevents her to speak the truth that of which she_cant_confess. 020728 ... phil today 020729 what's it to you? who go blather from