my eyes have turned into television screens
full of commercials &
reruns.

my feet are black & i feel happy,
but i still haven't found my brain &
i still haven't found my name
&
oh god! i almost wish someone would
just give me a name.

i very much like bam-b

i feel dead.
with eyes that are dead.

recording the other night:
an hour of singing &
i couldn't even do one line..
the first line.

recording last night:
the whole song done in 15 minutes!

glamorie

been imagining hands on my face
     realised i'm 99% meat

dollar-green,
   the ends of my eyes.
                                    [endless]

  lifeless still life, less
still-

frantic lies,
my last		fig leaf.

flowing tears all flown away,

I feel I know i realised i'm so happy.
My dreams (my thoughts of changing)
Once a person I dream the person;
when I just can't think of pink, all the ends of them.
Fear, of them, but is now, means i won't entertain still persevere, yet;
never exist as to try.
My black.

i once told a little boy
that besides being
a regular little girl,
wishing i could run away
to join the circus,
that i was anything but
a regular little girl;
because, just a few days before,
i'd run away from the circus
to join a regular family.

i once told a little neighbour
that besides being
a regular little girl,
wishing i had secrets
and mysterious goings on,
that i was anything but
a regular little girl;
because under the rug in my bedroom
was a secret trapdoor
leading to an underground laboratory.

i once told a little friend
that besides being
a regular little girl,
daydreaming out the classroom window
wanting to be anywhere else,
that i was anything but
a regular little girl;
because on weekends and in spare time
i was anywhere else
making pocket money as a government spy.

i once told a little girl
that besides being
a regular little girl,
wishing she could run away
to someone with whom she could share her secrets,
that she was anything but
a regular little girl;
because the lies were only there to hide
a bunch of secret fright.
and she knew i was right.

pondered feelings: flourished&faded

metabolism.
nothing is broken but nothing works.
it must be nice to write words.
please.
--> <-- --> ?
ask me anything.
broken out.
all all all alone, all all alone.
my brain is an ant colony.
once more, with feeling!"