Loosing Touch

Its like the world outside of me can't get it together. We all loose what we can't control at one point. The cruel thing is it happens to the ones who smile. Won't eat or can't stop eating. Can't see, doesn't want to breathe. Must drink and hurt. Take a life, take your own. Lost a life and can't find your own. Throw away your life to something not alive. After all, you can still come to me for answers I can't even give. And it feels like scraping your knees across asphalt with nothing to ease the shallow wounds that burn hotter than your backwards choices. Douse them with lemon. Maybe it will wake you up. Or maybe you are just numb to it all. Drink your daily cup of pain in the morning - caffeinated, of course. You're so used to it that its the only thing to shock your heart into reminding you that you're human. Don't forget you aren't the only one. Life likes to deal it out in dozens like the lash of a Cat O' Nine. Don't worry, I'll take it because apparently I can handle it. I feel everyone's pain while you only feel your own.

Drop me from the sky with no ground where I can free fall for a thousand years and forget it all.

A Whole Lot of Change in Nothing

Life in LA continues to be ever so busy as I hit my two year mark this month. 730 days seems like hardly anything and in a way it is because I don't even remember that many days passing in front of my eyes. Nothing has changed and yet a whole lot has. Maybe traffic really does make time stand still.

One change I can control. Going short, and I don't mean the skirt.

Curiouser and Curiouser

A rabbit is the best accessory to an Alice in Wonderland costume.

And Tobias Funke, a cute little bat, Lady Gaga, Emile, Miss Piggy and Gonzo are the best guests for a mad tea party.

The Maestro

When you are celebrating the birthday for a member of a secret club, the cake has to be unsurpassable. Such a masterpiece would include a two layered double fudge cake with buttercream and crushed up peanut butter cups filling, topped with peanut butter frosting and more crushed up peanut butter cups. Hello Maestro.

I'll have a coffin to go with that, please.