The Itch

I just killed a mosquito.

It was revoltingly black, with its equally black ballerina legs tangled in a limp mess, freshly dead on my palm.

And it just had to bite me on my feet before its due death.

The stealthy motherfucker.

tick
tock
tick
tock

A few minutes ago, before all this commotion, a sudden gale of inspiration went through Rockstar J's though small, but unfathomable head.

She's gonna write a song called Fucking Shopping.

Yes. And no, it's not about Fucking and Shopping.

More like, she needs to fucking get shopping.

By this, the smart person that might or might not be you, would probably deduce that Rockstar J is in a serious lack of wardrobe renewal.

Quite a drought actually. Correction, stagnancy.

STAGNANCY. In which if occurs in water, might breed the cause of the above commotion.

Now back to the song, it's to be rockish poppish. Hopefully more rockish then poppish of course.
After all her lashing on popopopularpop, no no she can't possibly make herself a laughing stock with a mouth fulla alphabets.

You know, Eat My Words.

Moving on from the terribly terrible joke, ...........the song.

She envisions it to be guitar based. Loads and loads of nice sounding quick guitar riffs( my, how cleverly descriptive is that), while somebody yells something that goes ' Fucking shopping!' during the chorus bit.

And that ends the start of the song.

Because SheJ ( CJ. HAHAHA) , is far from mastering the complicated instrument we call the Guitar.

Now, what's a PP? Not a Private Post u fool.

A Pointless Post!

That's right. A healthy way of expurging the swarm of mess that's in you. If you have any.

Collective Catharsis: The meaning behind writing.

Ooo! Sounds like a great title for a research paper. Not that I'll research anyway, who's got the time for that? These days, people prefer listening to their own stupid selves. So Propaganda, sayonara.

I'll rather write without a leash really.



The ram needs space to run
She needs space to grow
Almost every possible route ends up stale and stifling
When things start to be on hold she ends up fighting
Now where is the fun?
Where is her city?
Where, will she be able to call her own?
Until then, every glow will eventually turn to stone
Meh.


Its dark. Holland V I must go.

*gallops*