Haven't slept in a week; my bed has become my coffin.

Wednesday I went to a Lynard Skynard concert. Whee. I've never seen so many drunk and shirtless rednecks, most of which were smoking. Dreadful. The smell of weed was in the air. Middle aged rockers with grey beards and vintage shirts screamed wildly. Hippies walked through the crowd. Young children ran screaming. Most concert-goers donned all of their confederate flags and purchased concert tees. The day was warm. The air became too thick to breathe. People were thrown out before the band took the stage. As soon as our "Irony" was played we left. We departed as everyone was shouting 'Sweet home Alabama. Where the skies are so blue...' It faded into the distance and 'Freebird' soon followed. As we were walking out, a  man threw up his devil horns and shouted 'Yeah Marilyn Manson' into my face. I stopped and stared at him. He obviously had said it in a mocking tone since he did not appreciate Manson's works. After staring at him, he seemed nervous that I might do something atnd started to recoil. I just walked onward.

The one I love is striking me down on my knees.

Thursday I spent my time in Directed Study singing with Cera and Rio. We watched 'Shoes' and sang 'Hella Nervous'. We went through my wildlife and Cera shouted in about guineafowl and peafowl with an odd accent. We played with my newly made hair plugs. What odd ways we found to play with them. Julie made a yearbook, but the only picture she could find of me was from last year. It needs to be burned and never thought of again. I went home that evening and made two more Alices to accompany the first. Tonight I intend to make a fourth. I shall post the series once I have finished. I'll have to run out of ideas first, and there are plenty of centuries to abuse.

The one I love is drowning me in my dreams.

Today was long and boring. Nichole and I made lots of hair plugs in Study Hall. We had fun playing with my weave. I now have fifty seven hair plugs. I think I only twenty or so more. In gym I had drawn on my knees so you could see it as I was wearing my shorts whcih happened to be rolled up because the look ridiculous otherwise. I took off my shirt again to fix my tan lines. Damn those stupid lines. I think I started to burn finally. Just a bit. Tonight we went out for Chinese food and then to the Wal-Mart for a few things. We went in for a giant piece of meat (and some Elmer's Glue). We ended up with over a hundred dollars worth of things. Movies, meat, cereal and the like. I happened to find beautiful Deep Plum coloured fabric for a dollar a yard. I bought two. And this scrap of three-by-five feet of bright pink fabric. It was eight cents. Pretty Sweet.

Take my heart and take my soul; I don't need them anymore.

Tomorrow I intend togo shopping. Reenie can't go with me. I had already invited my Cera. I'm waiting for a reply. I'm going to have to find someone to go with me. Any volunteers? We're going to be shopping for vintage corsets and garter belts. Still no takers? Oh well. I wasn't able to find any good musical albums at Wal-Mart, so I have to search elsewhere. I need more shoes. Maybe I can find some tomorrow.

Emptiness, nothingness is burning a hole inside me.

"In a last flurry of black lace, scarlet beads, and excited whispers."

Take my fatih and take my pride; I don't need them anymore.

''He sat down, put his hands over his ears, and his elbows on his knees. He worshipped her. He murmured to himself over and over again that he worshipped her."

This bed has become my chapel of stone; a garden of darkness to where I'm thrown.

"When time or disease robbed them of their beauty, he served them still for their beauty's memory."

So take my life; I don't need it anymore.