i guess we all wallow in shite. we love to immerse ourselves in it; we derive masochistic glee out of it; even in our misery we are supremely happy, because we know then for sure that we're alive and not yet part of the great ghostly chain of being in the beyond.
no, cheesecakes don't make you cry. but they don't hug you close and murmur be mine either.
raspberry flavoured gum doesnt blow you a bubble big enough to fly to the moon.
and bubblegum pink trainers cant make you achampion sprinter either.
i have now officially joined the ever swelling ranks of the girlie wurlies. with my colour coordinated pink shirt, socks, necklace & earrings, bag and trainers. all thats needed is hot pink knickers and ill be completely transformed into a big whorl of cotton candy.
5 comments:
do you believe in wishful thinkin?.. do you believe sometimes the moon is bigger than the usual?... do you?
mmm....maybe.
the blondie turns reahead...whrs the consistency in this world....random thot- am reminded of grease...arent u?
"no, cheesecakes don't make you cry. but they don't hug you close and murmur be mine either"
Yeah, but cheesecakes can't break ur heart and leave u out in the cold either ... guess two sides to every coin ... there's a downside risk to every one of our choices, eh girl?
i didnt choose cheesecakes over humans, though sometimes i wish i had.
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