~Pandora2707

Couldn't be happier, or angrier, or more utterly miserable. On so many levels, life is bitterly extraordinary. I set aside for myself this pretty space for a long time, and felt obliged to neglect it somehow, seeing that once its decorated or sabotaged, that it'll be splattered across my introductory page like some loon's letter to a public I'll never know or a God I'll never see- cradle of my false profile.

But now I go on to write, dear faceless deviants- save my sister. Here I am. In candid delight, I might add, frivolous this dying afternoon with nothing but my youth and my invisible talents before my gaping screen, divulging that I'm restless enough to turn the world apart in a sheer seconds of madness which I might never meet.

I grow into a young adult soon enough- a freshman, a hag, a guy, a woman, a cheat... And with that I glower at the statement which fashions my terrible dilemma of whether to growl in the kitsche conservatism of it, or yell in a tumult of unhealthy joy as I look forward to further mistakes.

Oh come on, guys. BEWARE! A glimmer of hope welcomes us into its hellish pits of postmodernism. Sadism is in fashion (to us! all us emo bastards), art leaves us society scattered in tatters, adults are born and not grown, and well, wow! It's 2008 isn't it? Placebo's in existence! And so is DA! Rejoice for the farewell of old selfish assholes who can't spell- why, we welcome a whole new generation of them, some of them paving the path as world leaders for its relentless subordinate followers. Luckily humans are blessed with the vein of patience, in which all manner of swearwords might be imprisoned...

Remember ladies, gentlemen, and swine- it takes all kinds of people to make the world go round. Yes, even Britney Spears...

That's the problem with these damned journal entries. I lose my point and run into a typo frenzy. Patience, deviants. War is among us.

Let me depart, with these few words which few might read. The sweet irony of profile pages- which in turn is a brilliant metaphor for the physical self.

Follow me and not Johnny, I'm merely his shadow. But I'll take you down, deep- where it's hot, HOT in Arabia baby. One day. Perhaps Pretoria might substitute? I speak with reckless indulgence, what could be sweeter.
I'm waiting for university replies- but perhaps the coin lands on its edge? >_<

Sayounara.