coldex

Hands cold as ice. To match her broken heart. Letting people down. It is her method, and her art. Her heart is like a hotel; Her admirers? The costumers, no doubt. Careful, you'll want to check in. The moment you check her out. She is a beautiful corpse. Divine, Desirable, but dead. She has been so woebegone. Since all the ones she loves have fled. She doesn't mean to do it. She doesn't even know. Every time she turns them down. She fills all others with woe! Now, pinpricks, beetle guts, rats eyes and snails, All matters of grotesque things! Could all be considered beautiful! Compared to the suffering she brings!

So there was this day kind of orange kind of green. This wasn't your ordinary day. It had a vibration- something intense. Like a heartbeat, or more a collection of heartbeats. Not regulated and boring like ours. Something different. Something like we can't comprehend here on earth, our simple minds filled with this and that chemical trying to combine in the right way. pathetic. This was a different thing, more than chemical. There was a strange sweet smell and a humid warm atmosphere. Kind of like a jungle. It was upside down. It was exciting. There was a state of mind. You weren't invited if you didn't have it. It was something that