Baby, the Stars Shine Brite

The secret life of a girl.the strange confessions and dirty little secrets of a girl.

2.4.05

For M.

Against the watercolour sunrise
I wish I were there
lying between your thighs
walking - and taking - fine (white) lines
and rant into the dark night
with skin glowing like porcelain
and crazed manic wild eyes
It's nights like this I die for
on the days that follow
with drugs that leave life so empty and shallow
and only your full lips to save me.

posted by Tragic the Pixie @ 4/02/2005 04:19:00 PM

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"Father Forgive Me" (later renamed "Baby, the Stars Shine Brite") was started in the hope that a confessional blog would be entertaining reading as well as intellectual. After being neglected for some years is now, rather anonymously written in the hopes of hashing out thoughts in a somewhat intelligent manner. Aside from the writer of this blog, I am a university student majoring in Women's Studies and minoring in English at a prominent Catholic university in Middle America. A dedicated liberal - I also throw and participate fully in raves and rave culture from DJing, to lights and sound crew, to doing homework in legal libraries I'll be there - in true Riot Grrrl style: usually a miniskirt, combat boots, and wildly dyed hair. Aside from considering law school and entering politics I hope to start an organization wherever I end up providing a safe place for teenage girls (and boys) and helping their voices be heard as well as providing information on sex, condoms, and anything under the sun that kids may need. I am currently engaged to a wonderful man and hope to be married sometime around November of 2008.
Together in electric dreams