carrie120505
Autoerotic.
Sever its brain
So it can't think.
Thinking is dangerous for that sort
Not bound by basic rules
Automatic.
I don't understand it, but oh how I want to.
Every day there's pain.
Head-to-toe.
Inside.
Outside.
Comfort, comfort, comfort.
Don't understand it.
But oh how I want to.
Oh how I want to.
My area of expertise. Words, sights, sounds, colors floating away from me. Nothing I can, nothing I can, I cannot hold, cannot hold on to you. Selfish though it seems, what was your name again?
Oh, sweet memory. You are the one I miss the most. I think so at least. It's hard to say. I can't remember.
Just makes me think of the show Community. Starburns. I love that show. Can't think of much else to write about this. Huh. They're kinda hideous, usually.
Oh lord, I know a bit about it. Festering, it takes me over. I live in it. They call it depression. They tell me to drug myself, to disappear, to feel nothing instead. I'm more comfortable with despair.
Ah, how fire terrifies. Its all-consuming nature. Unstoppable when it makes its mind up. I've watched it burn through towns. Without a thought.
Into the night. Collections of foreign objects. The thrill of it. All that glitters, all that shines, all that one can't leave behind.
What a strange word to choose. Only saltless for me. I hate the sting of beads of salt on my tongue. I do love a good pretzel, though. Nice and warm. Soft. Dipped in cheese. How indulgent. I'm hungry right now as a matter of fact. But pretzelless.