MY APPLEBELOVED DIMENSION
17 YEAR OLD QUEEN OF ODDITY.
She breathes through strings of poetry, swallows souls riddled with filth and evil and tastes artistry like tongues frolicking on a paddle pop.
She smells fields of musical poppy flowers, soak her ears in trickling luxuries and feels the glossy surfaces of polished philosophy.
She speaks in rhymes and rhythms, absorbs visions of the savoury and sings songs about fears and individuality.
She holds a withered stalk of passion, a broken stem of stringy talents and a silent brownish mahogany violin in her powerful, little, little hands.
Welcome to the Thresholds Of thee AppleBeloved Dimension, whereby everything you read is potentially disarming to your soul. Be prepared that your soul get sucked into a vial and eaten in the most delightful way, for after all. . .
Thou is an Angel
Going to Australia!
Big brother, I’m going to miss our daily conversations. I know it because I’ve thought about it incessantly.
I shall take zillions of beautiful pictures of Australian animals and plants. And eat expensive chocolates.
thou needs this
I have naturally ghostly white skin . If I do not resort to purposely burning myself under the sunshine, I’ll be an albino without the red eyes. And I would much prefer them eyes. That is if it doesn’t have any health consequences.