I seem to be in a strange mood right now, confused about everything but clear too about many things in a way that is quite scary. For someone who is quite the expert at fading into the background I seem to be doing a good job lately of getting noticed for the right reasons. There is going to be a lot of activity in this space in the near future, so watch out.
Ok… to come to our Friday 55 now, which is hosted by the talented g man…
Today’s 55 is a combination of my zombie like state in the morning and leftover nightmares which plague me no matter what I do, which is not much I must admit. It is just random words and thoughts that came to me as soon as I sat in front of my comp to write…most of my posts are written in this manner. Hope you are able to make some sense of it…
Here's my 55...
''kiss me once with your sweet, poisonous lips
kiss me even though it may prove to be my very last kiss
Every time you turn around
You will find me standing here
For what am I?
But a statue soaked in delightful slimy lore.
Shame, outrage and a helpless rage oozing from my every pore.''