twisted typhoid rage. happiness. despair. repeat. (rage is a new one for me) 000211 ... me twisted twined and tangled 001217 ... inannalu NO, NO, NO, Twisted is reserved specifically for the big blunt. 010527 ... milky go arround in circles and stop when your heads turns to butter. i might say... 010716 ... gurlrider these twisted thoughts in my head..these undeniable emotions in my heart..so scrambled and confused...inevitably leading to my demise 010717 ... blown cherry twisted old heart and twisted emotions send me to sleep in tears every night 020702 ... not important you say you have secrets to share your life a wonderous tale that I should listen again for the story changes from old lies to new you think I believe snared in half-truths that I will stay in your lies in your life I never cared about the life you led and I know the life you lead now, think what you may it is not your twisted words that bind me to you but your twisted soul that I want to unfurl with understanding disemble all you please I don't need my ears to see the truth I will see your soul flying free and healed till then I remain so spare your breath 030725 ... ashmanzhou (dismember emotions) try to selfsame please them but only nothing gone broken here dead but thoroughly broken there my selfsame death thrown together short of everything souls rise free 030726 ... x twisted x twisted. the feeling that all has gone wrong. its twisted. nothing and everything is wrong at the same time. sitting alone, talking to yourself, because you cant bear to think about the people you are trying to mask in the fictional life of another. all of its in your head. and its..just...not..real.. 040218 ... unhinged moaning doesn't mean anything to me instant gratification i can feel guilty about later could you hold me? as much as i hate it i'm scared not to be alone for all those stupid teenage soap opera reasons cause i want to be independent i want to be strong i can carry my own damn load i can carry it just fine could you hold me? funny that you say i'm crazy the deception of my smile means i can play it off i'm so crazy hahahaha and i flip my hair and stare at you didn't you see me screaming? funny that you say i'm crazy cause it's a focal point of my life the deception of my well-placed smile trying so hard to pull your attention away from my well-placed scars the smile twisted in my eyes aching but on the surface it's just a smile well-placed begging you could you hold me? 040827 ... Isaou Twisted inside of me down deep so deep are too many emotions that I can't explain can't identify. They're twisted everything inside of me is twisted. So twisted I don't know who I am anymore. Not knowing how to feel not knowing how I feel what's inside? Nothing? Or everything? Too twisted to tell 070525 ... sable tall, table, turpid. smell, serpent, scramble. angry, angle, axe. cable, creep, corrupt. saggy, slimy, sordid. magic, murder, morbid. fool, fail, phobia. ugly, understood, utopia. 080829 ... rah rope 081124 ... unhinged 'the destructive genius of the nation's secular gospel is precisely this: whether you succeed or fail, the myth of meritocracy is calculated to encourage you to look inward for the source of either outcome. if you attain great professional and financial reward, then that was all about *you*. the society is due no credit, nor the government, nor those who helped you along the way. as such, you owe nothing to anyone, and are surely not obligated to assist those who for whatever reason have failed to attain the same heights. and if you fall short professionally or financially, then that too was all about *you*. the society and its institutions are due no blame. as such, you are owed nothing more - not better schools, not better housing access, nor a neighborhood free from toxic waste facilities, nor affordable health care, nor a sufficient safety net when you stumble. you are on your own, win or lose. in the supreme irony then, one of the most foundational elements of the dominant american ideology - the thing that so often binds us together collectively, at least at the level of narrative - is the idea that at its core is the antithesis of a collective for all. our collective and community identity is actually *anti-community.* it is hyper-individualism as the essence of one's group identity, and ultimately keeps us pitted against one another. there are winners and losers, and one's goal in life under such a system is to make sure you are the former and not the latter.' - tim wise 181007 what's it to you? who go blather from