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For Warmth

The Grammar GangstersBeware the grammar gangsters! The mafia of the literary underworld. They saunter into stanzas, Weapons concealed Under their trench coats Or in violin cases.The Grammar Gangsters
They can make you talk, "With just a few well-placed speech marks," Leave you shouting! Where you should have whispered! And pulp your bold statements into quavering questions? They can, pepper, your, phrases with, commas, Or bring your piece to a dead. Full. Stop.
They'll trap you (between brackets) As you - dash - to the exit. Then: punch a blunted colon Into the gut of y
| The never-ending invasion of my mind results in periods of time where everything lapses and nothing else matters. In this time I like to paint or draw the pretty pictures that fill my mind. Stealing the neighbours cats for a friendly conversation and a hug. Harassing the local bands, cutting my hair shorter, writing apathetic songs on my 6 stringed instrument, making cuppycakes and finding random cute or weird things that I must show everybody. This is a day in the life of Corinda Regan. Finger-painting my version of the world in jelly-bean colours. Enticing kitties to leave there owners with promises of hugs and tuna. Confessing my insane devotion to BaskinandRobbins icecreamery. Tracing my better halfs tattoos till he falls asleep. Fabulous friends and fast fights, is what its all about. As I wander through this distorted Wonderland, the lyrics of oppressed female writers and singers scream at me to follow. Mz Ann Thropik and The Distillers lead the way. Then the shreadding guitar solos from the bearded fiends distract me. Black Label Society and Pantera pave the way to Valhalla. As my heart burns with passion and revenge, I hear a tiny voice. The inner child, she wants to escape. Her initiative is too strong. I give in. I see the world with fresh eyes. I approach everything with a child's intensity. Colours are brighter, buildings are taller, the darkness is scarier, emotions are rawer, people are easier to trust, tears are real and the ice cream does taste better. I like her better, so I think I will stay this way for a while |
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"Murder, Insanity, and T.w.I.s.T.e.D. Vanity, that's what CoL is made of" ~CoL
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***Through the shit, To the Stars***
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"Murder, Insanity, and T.w.I.s.T.e.D. Vanity, that's what CoL is made of" ~CoL
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"No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination." ~ Edward Hopper
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