If you're going, then go.

"Go spin circles for me, wound relentlessly around the words we used to sling. Oh, such torturous things, always chewing up the only ones I ever mean."

     Okay, so, honestly, you, if you're reading this, this the last blog I will ever post about you.

and now it's over.

-Miss Von Husen

They mustn't carry out their evil deeds.

" I said 'Stay sane inside insanity' , but he locked the door and threw away the key."

   Okay, we're playing the "picture this" game again.
   Picture this:

   My mental stability is a tightrope walker. He's just barely staying sane. My sanity is the rope. The rope is shredding at one end, but my mental stability doesn't know that. Another thing mental stability was left out of was knowing there's no net underneath the fraying, soon-to-be lethal rope.When that rope snaps it's a pencil dive straight into insanity. Plus, the tightrope walker isn't going to look down, so he doesn't even see the abrupt trip to crazy town until the train's leaving the station. So, why on earth would he look down? His whole life's training was to teach him not to look down, because if you're always looking up, you're safe right? Wrong, because no matter how much he looks up, or thinks positively, it's not going to put that rope back together, it's not going to magically make a net appear. The only thing wishful thinking can guarantee is confused delirium.

Confused delirium and insanity.

-MissVonHusen

They ask me to open up the gate for you.

"The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns,
Blow into my face with scorn,
but it’s not that way
I wasn’t born to lose you"

   Yup, pretty much sums it up there.

So, the silver saxophones are telling me to stop wasting my time because the effort I'm putting into you is futile and pointless. The cracked bells are all the people who did waste their time on you and  came up short and broken. And even if I do end up getting you, "It's not that way I wasn't born to lose you." Again. Futile. Pointless, and finally, The "gate" is my small, pessimistic heart and "they" is your stupid , subconscious that attracts me like metal to a magnet.

So, either way, I'm screwed. 

-MissVon Husen 

Why all the tears?

"If I go to heaven I'll be bored as hell."

    Wouldn't everyone like to say their life is one big contradiction...maybe, just maybe in hope that their life will suddenly gain new meaning or substance?

That can only last for so long.

You can only live in the glory of your own lie for so long.

   I'm not saying I have never lied before, I also am not saying that I don't find the appeal in lying. What I don't  find the appeal in is getting caught, or the guilt that follows. You sit there for about a day after the lie has been told and then this...strange...feeling? Yes, feeling. This feeling wells up deep inside your heart, and the only way to get rid of is to stab it right through the middle....metaphorically speaking, like by telling everyone you were lying...unless you're feeling particularly suicidal that day, I don't know. With my friends you never really know. It's a day to day thing. 

    Anyway, Just don't lie, basically. Mostly.yeah.

-Insert name here.

I'll go with the ignorance.

" Shit! 

            Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it."



     →I think you all should know, I'm not a frequent blogger, so, don't get used to this daily thing.

     Have you ever thought about how nothing actually makes sense? Like for example, your skin is water proof, yet you feel soaking wet once out of the water? Or, how when you're sick and cold, yet you have a temperature of 104 degrees? It just makes me want to explode in a closed chamber. A sound-proof one at that.
     Like, how half of the words flowing from my mouth never make sense, and most of my friend's for that matter. I'm just done blogging for tonight, my profound wisdom is in short supply.

and I have homework.

-MissVonHusen

These are my friends.

" The feline war has raged for years,

                         So, I'd assume it'd be too hard
                         for me to drive my foot between them, I'd
                         never risk the scratch...
                         Just to prove to one, or both of them,
                         A cat is just a cat."

    A cat is just a cat. A sock is just a sock. Ryan Gamblin is just Ryan Gamblin. 

Do you see where I'm going with this? If not, I'm slightly concerned for your IQ.

    I know that this is probably one of the most common topics among anti-conformists, but if you're reading, you're gonna have to sit through it. Deal.

    Why can't we all just be people and place and things? The definition for "person" should be "noun", just as the definition of "noun" should be "person". Now this is the part where you say, "No, Rachel you're wrong. People need to be individual, otherwise everyone would go insane and go on a massive homicidal rampage. "

    Well, citizens of the world,  I have two words for you:

Charles Manson.

    But that's beside the point.
    Anyway, all I'm trying to say, is that if the world were full of carbon copies similar to the girls at my school, the world would be a lot easier to deal with.

But, then again, it wouldn't be nearly as fun.

-MissVonHusen

Like I let you down then.

"I needed you most,

when I needed a friend,

You let me down..."

    

    But that was then. This is now. I also want to say that I greatly appreciate your endeavors and struggles in trying to make it work. They are well payed off. I just wish that I knew you weren't simply doing it for the sake of...something. I also wish I wasn't so fucking clueless as to why everything is the way it is. You always have perfectly reasonable explanations when I ask why, but for some reason, that doesn't seem like enough.

So, please, if you're reading this, is there some ulterior motive?

Or am I just more insane than before?

     On a brighter note, or more brighter note, I have some thoughts on singing.

    No, never mind. I don't because you don't care. Go read someone else's blog. Someone who has things worth listening to.

Seriously.

-MissVonHusen