my mask i can't be seen without my mask
Day Twenty Seven:
Don't look at me. It's gone. Some bugger's pinched it. My mask, I can't go out without my mask. Well I say go out when what I mean is sullenly brood amongst the cavernous tombs which lie beneath the house of opera. It is kind of my thing. And also it does stop me from picking at it. It's so hard not to. I know it's really bad for it but it's so satisfying. Getting the right bit of crusty scabbiness and slowly trying to peel it off in the oner.
Yes that could explain the sorrowfully solitude filled life that I've lead. I don't even notice the eruption of bodily functions anymore. Well I live alone so why would I. I just sit back and appreciate the echo they create bouncing off the rocky outcrops. That one was a B flat.
Oh but to have someone to share my song with. To enrich my being. To tell me when I have stuff on my face. There's no mirrors down here. I once spent a fortnight with a dried in dod of soup. I would have looked rather foolish leaping through the rafters with half my dinner running down my face. It's just not dignified.
But alas I am stuck here till I manage to craft a new mask and all I have is a box of glitter and an empty washing up liquid bottle. This could be interesting.
my mask i can't be seen without my mask
Day Twenty Seven:
Don't look at me. It's gone. Some bugger's pinched it. My mask, I can't go out without my mask. Well I say go out when what I mean is sullenly brood amongst the cavernous tombs which lie beneath the house of opera. It is kind of my thing. And also it does stop me from picking at it. It's so hard not to. I know it's really bad for it but it's so satisfying. Getting the right bit of crusty scabbiness and slowly trying to peel it off in the oner.
Yes that could explain the sorrowfully solitude filled life that I've lead. I don't even notice the eruption of bodily functions anymore. Well I live alone so why would I. I just sit back and appreciate the echo they create bouncing off the rocky outcrops. That one was a B flat.
Oh but to have someone to share my song with. To enrich my being. To tell me when I have stuff on my face. There's no mirrors down here. I once spent a fortnight with a dried in dod of soup. I would have looked rather foolish leaping through the rafters with half my dinner running down my face. It's just not dignified.
But alas I am stuck here till I manage to craft a new mask and all I have is a box of glitter and an empty washing up liquid bottle. This could be interesting.