Crickets

You know that sound in Black Snake Moan? When Christina Ricci gets all nutty. I think of that sound when Mr. Hyde starts convincing Dr. Hyde to go away for a while. My moral fibers are shredding again. The weight of my sanity is too much for them. Morals or sanity?

My values are shifting. I can feel the unbalance. I want to fuck things up.

I want to be that demure innocent lady in powder blue with unsullied gloves who can wait with large moist eyes until someone comes riding on a white horse from Never-Happening Land. The high priestess.

But my card is the Queen of Swords. And I'm speaking in Tarot now. Anyways. I'm going to have a little fun. My teeth are too sharp.

I was very honest with someone last night who I don't normally take seriously and I was shocked by how honest he was in return. Something so simple that I never realized. I'm very rarely serious - actually serious with every-day humans, 'friends' and 'acquaintances'. These strange creatures respond so differently to serious conversation as opposed to sex jokes or, even worse, silence and mumbling.

And I'm quite good at silence and mumbling. I can hold my own at lewd jokes as well. Truth and reality aren't difficult for me, they just seem less entertaining. Entertainment is a very high priority of mine, perhaps the highest.