living doll

my mood today can only be described as jubilant. what else can one feel when skies are hopeful blue, temperatures are tee shirt mild, trees are at their flower peeks, and breezes are tender caresses?

alternately, for those who instant message gory pics of severed heads cradled in gravel and dust in a ditch in iraq, then complain of being creeped out by a cartoon rat, i reserve my highest disregard.

agreeable weather aside, my heart is steady: shrouded by a cloak of darkness. to the sunny sky i raise a black parasol.

spring will come and go.

goth is forever.