This is the product of my random insanity when it comes to society,life,books,and scandal. |
Story of the Cussed Anne Perry... everyone comes with something from the past dark and rotten, crammed within the pages of ink scandal engraved in the brick wrapped in a stockings etched forever for the next generation to mock away The Untouchable Politician... he steals from another all the time and point a finger to another doomed soul one not capable for a crapload of alibis so much of an illiterate for his degree Eddie Murphy... how odd it is to laugh when half you're life was in ruins drowning your heart in a glass of martini smiling with damn awkward intoxication deciding to sober up no more The Other Woman... sometimes it felt better to cry yourself to sleep begging to own what's not yours only to deal with the reality the next cruel morning just to see another wreck face of torn conscience at work now, there are too many of you Macarthur's Cyrus... in the cold bars of your heart chained to death by some self-made fears you'll never know you were imprisoned in the shitland 'till you break free from a straitjacket The Anorexic... and when a shooting star crosses lighting the vast emptiness you can't wish too far enough not because you can't think of something with an acidic spit but convinced that the local gourmet is decorated of bold fraud lace around the neck Rose DeWitt Bukater... old memories are easier to remember of sharper colors and hue laying dormant for years now you let it fly among the scripted secrecy of today you piled above it Blair Waldorf... dreams vanish because you are awake since yesterday not walking in the posh boulevard of Paris wearing something as classy as Jimmy Choo because Fontana del Tritone grants wishes only when you're in Rome These are chain of abstract logic, I know for it happens that long time ago too when am I still the girl of the world who travels with a pair of hand me down Manolo protecting my feet from the same muck we all share I was there... Eating crumbs but not leftovers from their plate washing my hand clean after them I had been there... |