my kitchen door garden...



pearls before swine...

my favorite goth...
What the fuck?
Where are my underwear? There's gazillions of them in the assorted bags, boxes, tubs and baskets I have...

Not only is nothing marked, and there's too much of this unmarked wasteland, but it's all fucking black!

Blackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblack and more fucking black....

Black sheets, pillows, socks, shirts, skirts, curtains, futon pads, makeup, boxes, bags, tubs, everything I own is black. Except my sheets... Those are green... But everything else is black... And even similiar in material... So I open a box and shove my hand into it, not exactly sure what's at the bottom and end up tugging on something that feels like satin or soft cotton or nylon and end up pulling out a sock or part of a curtain or an old shawl or something else...

Bah! It's nearly bedtime... No.. correction.. It's nearly Kit-letter-writing-to-time... yeah.... That time. Also, sign up for a different class since poetry II was cancelled.. Fuckers... That was the pivot point of my entire schedule, too... Fuck, I'll be in the great cosmic mother before you know it...

Sweet and Sour Goth...

she's something...
pearls before swine...