Morticia Morgendorffer

Everybody's looking Everybody's talking Nobody's listening My spirit feels like it's drowning beneath a sheet of ice every emotion, every feeling every commotion comes raving but dies down at the door my being's in the 5th dimension but my spirit's on the floor. I know I'm not easy to handle some days I'm a handful Some lyrics resonate with me but they're cruel and hurtful. my empathy wears thin like the paint peeling off the ceiling what do I do who do I look up to all my idols killed themselves at 27.

An awkward pigeon is peering inside the window. My friend Nirvana thinks squirrels are Soviet spies, but I think pigeons are better suited for espionage.  I learned that plants and animals shrink/swell in size as the moon waxes/wanes. I don't know if you know this about me, but I have an exceptionally sensitive sense of smell. Two of my coworkers just arrived smelling the same. Does that make sense? This dude asked me to look at him while I was orgasming. I don't know what guys think women look like while orgasming or if it incites them sexually. I don't know if it looks anything like they show you in porn. I don't know what he expected but I think I may have ruined it for him.  I have had the busiest and most fantastic week ever. Except for the fact that I cannot take time out for dancing. There's nothing like the intoxication of sleep that comes from busting your ass doing things you like all day. Some people's names must be so difficult to pronounce during se