Currently Reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest By Ken Kesey see related

went for a walk tonight. it was a little chilly so i put my hood up. i hope i didn't frighten anyone.

then i came home and fought with my mom over how to make the dinner. she thinks she knows everything. like when to put the cheese on the dinner. i nearly smacked her upside the head.

after dinner i put on my prom dress and i put on real loud music and i danced around. hardxcore. then i went into the dark recesses of my closet and found old dance costumes. including a long fluttery blue skirt and a lil' yellow tutu. i wasn't quite sure on the spelling of 'tutu', but i felt that the word " lil' " was quite appropriate.

what if i became and MC and my name was " lil' tutu"?

oh YEA.

alright. that's enough now. bye. i have to do some hardXcore contemplation now.

::edit::

i thought this would be appropriate as well.

i'll be the grapes fermented,
bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentlemen
i'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
where you will sit and contemplate your day

i'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
in an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
i'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
i'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes
i'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
with the collar up so you won't catch a cold

i want to take you far from the cynics in this town
and kiss you on the mouth
we'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
start a brand new colony
where everything will change,
we'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
the sun will heat the grounds
under our bare feet in this brand new colony
everything will change.