The Rantings of Paranoia

A penance of impossible perfection.
Asking way too much of life.
Always wondering where to turn, where to hide,
to get away from it all.

So hard.
Fantastically deliberated lies corrode reality.
Delusions,
designed by confused paranoia

The ultimate fantasy.
To be all that you can be.
A successful fatal attraction.
Live and let die

The Life and Times

I could try to say something witty and smart to attract attention to myself but really that is not my style. I joke at times. I am serious at times. Where to draw the line? Laughing at funerals is not funny, right? Perception is the judge of that one. When my father died, I laughed, not out of actual joy... rather out of lack of emotion. Too sad to have little to no feeling when one of the people who made you passes. Sometimes I think I would laugh if my mom passed, not because I do not love her but out of theory...those who I love the most will do whatever they can to escape me...

My life is like the fair..I would call it the circus but they have separated them in Canada, no big top at the fair. There are freaky clowns in my life, there is a trapeze act cause I'm in it, and then there is the magic act where they take everything I know and distort it.

The rides rock. I'm on the zipper, a ride in a metal cage 100' off the ground held safely with a massive metal bobby pin! Yeah that'll do it! Holy snarfingarseholes batman, that is one freaken ride I'm not sure of! My daddy taught me to take it easy. I miss him. He was a doofus, but I really believe he loved me. One day.

My man will love me despite my obvious flaws. If not..his loss..I'm pretty freaken cool! LMAO!!!!