Tuesday, January 05, 2010 @2:59 AM
this is the end.
fuck the wonders of the world.
fuck the moral high and mighties who judge miche cause she is different
fuck the so-called objectives who cannot accept individuality which is different from their rules
fuck the perceptions of who you think miche is
fuck all the people who force miche to conform
fuck all of you who used and abused miche.
really, swan song. one more thing to cross out on the countdown of the 50 things miche will do. delete this blog and burn everything.
one more reason to tell me that miche needs to bleed to know that she is alive.
Sunday, January 03, 2010 @3:07 AM
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.