Emo Hair is fun- but I like frizzy hair and dreads, too.
I had this dream that I was in a gang. More of a name then actual combat. I was their leader, Amoeba. Our graffiti and stickers littered everything. The SPACE CUNTS owned. We sold drugs to neon druggies, soaking in the green sun. I lived under the ultra violet light. I wore sparkles and jewls. I had tata decorations, long and beautiful. I wore my strange beauty with pride, and others naturally followed me. Not just my style, but my way of life.I allured my victims in. With my boyish tan. Freckles littered my body, face. The color of coffee. I wore rags and white leather. Hardly anything more then necessary. I was fast and bright. Blind white eyes, but still able to see.
My art studio was perfect. WIDEWIDE doors. Paint Splatters. Fake Leaf hangings. And I could see into the nerdy neighbors room... right next to my room. I often stalked her. Rosy cheeks and mousy brown hair. An uninteresting girl. She was playing with the small kids on the pond at the edge of the roof (The roof was very very big. Slanted and shingled. I know... it doesn't make any sense. LOL)I had a terrifying dream last night. I was in my grandmother's basement. It was so cold, gloomy, and I was going insane. I felt like tearing the bedsheets and clawing my nails into the brick. I lived in a dusty chair, and I was making a mess of my skimpy clothes. Every time someone tried to come down the stairs over the gate, I would scream, yell, and throw things at them.
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