Jesus H. Bloody Son-of-God Christ, it's been a while.

After Thursday's test proved that I am illiterate beyond a shadow of a doubt, I ran home and cried myself to sleep in a corner. I might have slit my wrists, but my sister was shaving her legs so I couldn't get to the razor. Woe is me.

ANYWAYS....all stuck up on classical literature am I. Sophocles. Mm. Tragic waste of human existence. Tralala. Pig flesh yummy. Oh, and tomorrow is HOLYJEWDAY, so before I hermetically seal myself away from all electronic devices of hellish temptation, I thought I'd write something.

I'm also bored, and also silly, and also into cats.

"BABA YAGA ((<---that's the title, in case you didn't guess. Idgit.))

What
Strange
Deep and
Empty flowers lie
Like corpses
So framed by
Pink petals, small swords

Children Bones"

Oh yeah! Wrote that on the subway while travelling to North York (ewww) to see lovely people.

Love you all. Peace. Joy. Rainbows. Catamy. BYE BYE.