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Wah.
3/31/2014
The subtle sounds. The mouse clicks and the bellowing howls of insomniacs keep me on edge. Finger biting the core of my anxiety to shreds. It's been approximately 150 minutes and seven seconds since I had my last vivid memory. I am lucidly stunted. This library is like a hell of its own. The people here all stink of sweat and used tampons. The lights keep getting brighter. I swear I've been sober for days. The whiffs of axe send my brain tumbling through subconscious memories of horny men and premature ejaculation. Languid. That what this room feels like. It's languid. Even the word sends a bitter bland taste into my mouth. Is this what they call boredom? Have I felt this before? I'm not quite sure... I could be sitting in a convertible with a cocaine mustache asking the driver where my mimosa is. Why is it so cold in here? It must be hell. The colors are blinding and my face feels itchy. I don't understand. If this is a library where are the books? Oh yes, I forget college socialization is too good for them. Let's blow our brains out and maybe, just maybe find some social justice in thoughts of naked women and unsolicited feelings.
- Faiza Laila
My spirit wanders too far...
"My tendrils grasp at the very essence of you"
- Faiza Laila (www.hippie-salutations.tumblr.com)
....and I really want waffles right now D:
I will drive you mad.
- Faiza Laila
Forbidden- Faiza Laila
"I have a curious pleasure that arises when falling in love with the forbidden. An addiction to the electric chorus of volts circulating through my veins. Hypnosis by the curves and sways of enigma. Arousing static between the temples. Nicotine smiles and palm expectoration. Clandestine hand gestures and perplexing body sutra.
A loyal crave for...
Asphyxiation.
Dilation.
Salivation.
Affliction.
Desolation.
Fruitless devour. Fruitful tantalization."
-Faiza Laila (hippie-salutations.tumblr.com)-
Are you connected? 3 am.The wires drop from our brains. Two bodies face to face. Electricity circulating around us. Our eyes dilate. The elevator drops. Current falls from the coils. A waterfall of light. Twilight zoned.
Faizalaila (hippie-salutations.tumblr.com)