biscuit's dreaming; clouds above its head

Words of comfort, words of comfort Words to wake up to Words to find you in times of need Words to never fail given the circumstance To curse and swear eases the pain To pray and cry helps to find my strength So I whisper devotions to the images of composure I admire Tinkle tinkle hoy Uu uu uu "I know you may roll your eyes at this, but I'm so glad that you exist." The Weakerthans, Reconstruction Site, "The Reasons"; I read from some random guy's Rate Your Music review, and it made an impact on me. The universal truth of "I love you," will touch everybody you love and everybody that loves you. So fail me not, please don't fail So give me something nice to live by Something that doesn't beget the dualistic pessism and optimism of the magic mantras you love There's a chance for rain today

every tuesday after work, she used to put on a pretty white dress she found at an op shop, and headed down to the abandoned housing complex just down the road from her flat she takes out a little wireless speaker to quietly play static and noise goes on a little corner somewhere, puts down a little sheet of cardboard to make sure her pretty white dress doesn't get any dust or dirt on it as she sits down she lets her hair down and cover her face and waits to frighten everyone and anyone who dare braved the same apartment buildings and she would sit the whole night ending up just staring at a dimly moonlit wall it was kind of like sleeping but way colder and having you wake up and cough out dust in the morning one tuesday night it dawned on her how lonely it was waiting for someone, anyone she was getting desperate to scare someone but surely the look on their faces would be worth it  she did this for an entire nine months, she was able to do this for an entire nine months without an...

They said it was a costume party. So I was wearing a costume. Except no one else was wearing a costume. Everyone was themselves. The dress code was contemporary adult.  I was wearing the pink sailor schoolgirl uniform I had since high school. Sitting on the couch, alone surrounded by strangers and a couple people I knew from work.  I was mortified that I let myself dress this way, in front of people who didn't know me. Bad first impression, bad assumptions to be made. So I sat miserably with my chin in my palms staring at the party, playing loud generic drum and bass, something you would hear at one of the clubs in town that I don't go to. "Come and dance, it'll make you feel better" said [].  I danced weakly to the music. I wasn't enjoying myself. [] got swept up with the others, and I was yet again alone. The speaker was left unattended, so I surveilanced the party before analyzing the speaker controls. What was in my playlist that vaguely sounded in place a...