the dance of the ink riddled fingers

tantrum times

Posted in 52 pickup, i like to music music by enisea on 17/08/2011

The last week has seen me pull faces at Righteousness.  Humiliated by the reveal of my unimpressive position, I found myself flying into a tumult of tantrums.  Hahaha, everything I responsibly advocated against I’m now musing to entertain, not because I agree with it, but because I can. That’s pretty disguisting isn’t it?  Anyway, I’m uncovered and these insecurities ain’t leaving without a fight.  Without the dark warmth of a blanketed facade to protect my festering fat comforts, I’m breaking out in cold sweat and feeling quite tortured.  With clenched fist and downward perspectives, you will find me provoking sympathy and then bleeding you dry.  I will probably take any outstretched hand and either ignore it or bite it – I’m so tired of this place. I’m so sick of this skin.  This violently precarious emotional unbalance has me in 3 very different moods each day.  Dear God, is this really necessary?

Lyrics more so than visuals. Exactly.


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