GREAT VENGEANCE AND FURIOUS ANGER!

I will dig up your loved ones and show them to you...

I will cut bits off you and sew them onto your friends...

I will film the whole lot and watch it with a pizza...

I will wait ten years and decide your fate...

I will forgive you and then strike...

I will walk with the clown at midnight and listen to his plans...

I will talk to the wind, only to have the trees listen in...

...I will...

I will do no such things, because that is not me.

We need to grow up and move on.

I SEE...YOU SEE...

My third eyes detects all passings. I am humble and patient. I forge on daily trying to improve myself and enjoy what life I have. One thousand blinks per minute, 600 working muscles in the human body, birds fly, they sing. Wind makes sounds, rain brings growth, the sun shines on us all. We are a family, we will succeed. The deep self stays away searching inside for outside light, emotions run deep. Keys to the soul, the eyes.

JESSICA'S DIARY

FRIDAY 13TH OCTOBER 2008.

10:00PM....

'This is my last time I will write in my diary. By now it will be clear of all I have experienced and been through. I question about how many times I could hope and kid myself of ever getting Matt Steely to like me, we're in our last term of school and still he barley notices me. What is it that other girls have that I don't? Laura told me the other day that I was a 'blond bombshell', and not to try to hard. Well, they are not queuing up mate. My mom and dad tell me to stop being silly and to grow up. 'More fish in the sea' and all that talk that doesn't stop you from crying into your pillow every night. I read over my past experiences in this little pink book that has kept me sane. I try to lie to myself, 'Maybe it's time of the month, your feeling vulnerable?' No. I can feel them all laughing at me, still even Matt. Oh Matt, can't you see that we were meant to be? Why did you not answer all of my letters? I walk past your house every day. I even know what time you go to sleep. I want you to be my first Matt, please please...I love you.

How stupid am I really? Jessica Brandon you are a smuck! Not any more am I...Matt? You drove me to do this didn't you? I can't write anymore, how can I record what I've done? How would this Diary read in court?

Oh, silly girl Jessica Brandon had a crush on a lad in her school, and through sheer desperation killed him. Yes, killed him. If I can't have him, then nobody can. I've always been strong for a girl and pushed him in the woodwork cupboard, I tried to kiss him but he pushed me away. I just reacted and reached for the nearest thing...a clamp. I clamped his skull, hard. I just stood there horrified at what I'd just done, like I watched someone else do it. I clamped him again and again until I was covered in his blood. The funny thing is...I felt better for it. Like my true self was in flight. I know this may read like utter madness but I trust you blogger readers. That's why I'm going to do the same to my mom and dad, when I close this diary for the very last time...

DRINKING WITH THE DEVIL

I'm drinking with him again, the Devil.

He's the only one on my level, the only one.

He listens and offers me advice, I act out his recommendations my vice.

He never lets me down or hurts me, I see.

He is within me as I face each day,

he will back me up on things that I say.

We are like brothers sacred the tomb,

like he grew with me inside of Mom's womb.

When I hate myself he picks me back up,

and sends me to punish someone else's luck.

He comes every October, for why I don't know,

funny how I've never had a big bro.

It's us against the world and we will prevail,

I'm just concerned about the hole in my sail.