DemonicRedemtion

So it occurs to me that the last entry that I posted here was in reference to my 23rd birthday. My 24th is a mere two weeks away and I haven't posted a blessed thing. I've done plenty of writing and projects though, just haven't made them here. Mostly I've been doing fabric arts, I made a brown/white polka dot trumpet skirt for an aerialist photo shoot I was in for a calendar, I made a 1950's red satin dress with black accents, I wove some old t-shirts into a bathroom rug, and a whole lot of knitting. I can't display the skirt cause it was only photographed by another professional photographer and I won't display her work unfairly. Rest assu

In 45 minutes, I will be 23. Woo.

Load the car and write the note. Grab your bag and grab your coat. Tell the ones that need to know. We are headed north. One foot in and one foot back. But it don't pay to live like that. So I cut the ties and I jumped the track. For never to return. Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in. Are you aware the shape I'm in? My hands they shake, my head it spins. Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in. When at first I learned to speak. I used all my words to fight. With him and her and you and me. Ahh, but it's just a waste of time. Yeah it's such a waste of time. That woman she's got eyes that shine. Like a pair of stolen polished dimes.