i had a very mediocre day today. the only slightly interesting thing that happened was that i got a job at the print store so i guess that was pretty goodgood. i just found these couple of poems though, which made me happy. but they're kind of surreal just forewarning

She was watching the wallpaper, and the rest of her stepped into another room.  Emaciation is for tomorrow, dear, just wait a few more hours.  I'd rather not, and I'm so sorry.  i have a date with clarity.  I followed this pattern through the flowers and colouration's sensation.  he fell asleep while you couldn't.  Please, understand this was all uncharacteristic of me.  

waste away.  waste away.  waste away.

Sarah's taffeta dress was flattering her nose bleed.
She told me all about herself, through tissues, and propaganda.
Oh sarah, why are you so sad.
Oh sarah, somethings just wont fix.
The bloodstains, or the carpet, your anemic darling, stop it.
Rest in peace, sociopolitical policeman.
And, your microcosmic joan of arc,
Is facedown in her insides.
But, sarah's taffeta dress was flattering her nosebleed.
She tells me all about you, over lunch, and over dinner.
Oh, how lovely chaos tastes tonight.
Miss. Overzealous antichrist.
Oh sarah, please smile,
Oh sarah, please smile.
Your dress is still pretty.