Cherished Misery, Inc.: My Sprog

Friday, March 17, 2006

My Sprog

is getting her hair foiled, cut and nails done RIGHT THIS SECOND....
she was really in need of a new doo although shes so lovely she could pull off a bald head if need be....Pictures to come...she will be home tomorrow. I've missed her telling me to piss off and calling me a retard. *sob*

i am getting ready 4 work...and getting ready to see Ms Maddie tomorrow..my house is so clean right now its scaring me.

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My Beloved Henry Rollins

"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."