Boredom

Summer is a passing dream
filled with hope, such trivial things
Autumn comes and pulls me dry
stress and books, I wonder why
December chills me to the bone
firelight, glow, and no one's home
Spring seizes me by the hands
open arms, smile once again
-meh
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"Don't create. Don't rebel. Have intuition. Typical girls. Get upset too quickly. Typical girls. Are so confusing. Typical girls. You can always tell. Typical girls. Are unpredicatble. Typical girls. Try to be. Typical girls. Very well. Typical girls. Are looking for something. Typical girls. Fall under a spell. Typical girls. Buy magazines. Typical girls. Fell like hell. Typical girls. Worry about spots, and fat, and natural smells. Typical girls. Try to be. Typical girls. Very well. Typical girls. Can't decide what clothes to wear. Typical girls. Are sensitive. Typical girls. Are emotional. Typical girls. Are cruel. Typical girls. She's a femme fatale. Typical girls. Stand by their men. Typical girls. Learn how to act shocked. Who invented typical girls? Who's putting out the new, improved model. There's another marketing ploy. Typical girl gets the typical boy"
-Typical Girls, The Slits
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"To a girl who you mind. A starry sky memory. When Eros spurns Rococo. Rouge thus far. She'll spark run away for you. Do you know what we call the moon. There is no end. Ca candle blown, she'll doubt. Faced with past losing."
-Kookaburra, Cocteau Twins
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It's funny how all my worries blow up big and spread, leaving me thinking about every possibility. You're gone today. Maybe you're dead. Why do you keep saying that? Three days.. Do you really think I would? Or like me, do you just want to be convinced I wouldn't?
I like writing like this. Because then I can understand and no one else can. So I can let loose any thought without admitting what I'm thinking. Like Liz said. Her lyrics.
"I've just recently realized that I'm a very secretive person, that I'm constantly covering up for myself. - I mean I've got reams and reams of words that I don't have a clue what they mean, but...I wanted them because, I knew I'd be able to express myself without giving anything away."

Moo.

Fixture of the head leaves body left to cringe.

you don't know what it means, and nor do I