Mark's Pages

November 22, 2005:

Irritated to see me.

All the bad blood, caused by shared intimacies, at second hand it's true, yet for that lacking the warmth of real intimacies.

Maybe also that he wasn't looking so well, so that my arrival displeased him. Or that he was happy to be surrounded by fawning girls, so that he wasn't into being interrupted at that exact moment.

Or that all the shit she talks has an inevitable result.

Doesn't matter. I'm not part of that world now.

Fuck you
I win this prize
stardom
pardons the lies
the lines, the minutes
passing by my window
Rising up from the ashes and grime
a new me on the other side
Hello, hello, I'm breaking through this old skin
Hello, hello, I'm coming in my new skin
Hello, hello, I'm hungry for some new skin

Hello, it's me, I'm coming for you in my new skin

Hey hey, let's kick out the trash
Hey hey, let's kick out the trash
Hey hey, let's kick out the trash

Hey hey, kick out the trash
Hey hey, let's kick out the trash
Hey hey, let's kick out the trash