so apparently my destiny was a goner by the time I was 7. a witch took off with my stage name and hitched a ride to the great paradise of palisade, the city of angels where souls ride to ..to give or take their chances at fame. I know my fortune, I know what path I was destined for. it may shock the nation …one day soon. For the people I’ve left to rot, I have a rotten soul, nothing to give, except to the hopeless woman in the back dying on 10. haven’t heard from my mother in a long long time, except in her days of yore and forbidden wine. I guess some family nowadays are no better, ripped apart by decay and thunder. I had a cousin, maybe not ever again…who left the state of Chicago to find the path of sun children and abode and felicity in the great Rocky Mountain high party. champagne problems and my beautiful lover haunting me, who reached a mental morgue insanity when he realized at the very end he was going to Tartarus for eternity and banned from life on the thirty ether and life everlasting. beauty Bella Donna crafter, psycho pretty, gorgeously insane, rotten in head and thine brain. pretty parties, lavished rosemary mansions and gardens catering to threesomes on hatchets. drugs first synthesized and blue dream purgatory kisses and spirits to channel and conjure. my mother may have not been a Jay Gatsby. more like the woman who crafted and woven darkness and dark arts into existence. if you read deeper into my posts on here, you may realize that I’m not a crazy mental patient pretty lady. I’m kinda just like living my cosmic chaos in an apartment on a 70 block of shattered memories of 04' hundred and living on a Cherry hills dime of nothing. free booze may chill me down or two but it won't bring back the woman that beyond adored me to an eternity of missing her. dreams of glass, black roses, a black parade funeral, and a fucker witch, who destroyed my dreams in a nighttime high on the shining overlook business.
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