la La LA Duah♪♫♪....(Warning lots of Puns at the end.)

Music, you move me with your rhythm and your rhyme; hypnotizing and piercing ever my war'ish thought struck mind. In my ear you move me, grove me, make me sway with all the notes your masters do play. I hear what I need and even if its just noise, I can see the picture of what it is my desire brings. My body is the temple and you the holiest of host. The day is taxing yet you’re relaxing. Even with all this chaos your just what I need. This is my country and I am a grungy sort of women. However, even this small speaker can make a one man band into a big band and make me feel more classic. So I rock or roll with it depending on the shoes on my feet. I might get hip hop with a beat or dub my step if i don't know alternative moves. With music the possibilities are endless. I would give you some clues on dance moves but you could get the blues. Metal is not often with pop, neither is Mentos... Fact.

Bleeding happiness

Depression strikes like a cobra with fangs lodged deep and venom flowing like a river in my arms to my heart and all I want to do is cut it out of me so I can feel happy again.

Sweet sleep how I yearn for the

I am transfixed by my never shutting third eye mind. Oh how it taunts me when I yearn for the peace of sleep. It looks onward ever fixating on things too complex for me to just brush off, thus forced to work out the problem to earn my prized peace and rest where my mind will continue to wonder as it does. Such a mischievous and masochistic thing it is. The pain brought on by not only the lack of sleep but the imagery and unsolvable problems it stumbles upon in the dark crevasse of its dark demented domain. Complex and dense with trap doors and stairways to nowhere. I don't dare wonder my mind with out a plan for fear of never returning. The best I can do is let my mind work itself out and hope I am allowed rest before the sun rises.

What's this thought formed in the shape of a questionable idea? Tis Curiosity.

The purest form of query is that developed by one who is not restrained by the forces of the outside world, cult mass, known as society. Yet instead, intrigued by forcing the limits of comfortable living and charging with great force that which society calls order. They are not afraid to unveil the treasures within the mangled mess of confusion that is ones true self, rather than idle by like a stoic imbecile. Their purpose is not, for they are not that vain, but yet instead because society has devolved past courteousness, is seen as insane. One man's trash, is this man says, the ever popular populous of presumptuous pinheads. The only time civilization will give you, is the ever uncivil Time Of Death. You speak too loud, you act too proud and you'll never be better than the we that is society.

I would Live in the shadows, but I am afraid of the dark.

From chaos to sanity

My mind wonders from the depths of chaos to the edge of sanity.

I can do nothing but hope that the journey helps me develop myself further as a whole.

The many pieces that make up the mosaic that is Martha is a jumbles mess of the happy, sad, mad, glad, terribly, horrifically, wonderful mayhem that is I.

Art aspects

Will She, that's struggling with schizophrenia and her art, which she see's as the only way into her heart, ever be herd or understood by thous deemed by society as normal that has condemned her or us or me or we as okay to be free?

Instead of joked about or looked at in a different aspect like some dumb bloke.

There IS power and beauty behind my art. If you can't see it you are simply blind to genius, abstract, innovative, dreams.

Morose Moser

I am stuck here. Glued to my meaty seat.

I don't dare to leave because, that means I can and will be deceived.

Not that I have not tried, for if I said I had not, now that would be a lie.

I am so depressed, I am too depressed to take my antidepressants and because I am so depressed my 

face will never be caressed by the love and affection because of my affliction.

Damn this sadness, for it is a SAD excuse, yet it troubles me so ... So much so I sometimes just cry and say on to myself WOW...

I don't want to die I just want to be free, to be me, and silly and dilly dally in the things known as life, whilst only dabbling in the things like reality and seriousness. 

The only thing good about this dreadfully melancholy poison is its the most dependable aspect of me.

How sad.

Sunny Marty Real estate Marketing!

Sunny Marty Real estate Marketing.

Depending on the day she will choose who to lay with and play with and
LOVE
It is a liquid thing that is ever changing. It and you will never be the same after.
 As for thous who can't  understand or play its quite a shame.
People no matter there age or personality can be perfect for her as long as she can see them belonging completely to her.
 After all she cant wait to give them "all" of her time.
Just be cautious, cause seeing is done not with the eyes but with the mind.
For it is more AND less kind, because it does not see the same lies.

Passerby's determination of me when I am dressed up in this dressed down dreadful dairy state of stupidity...

All dressed up like a stupid little slut!

Look at her luscious red lips, just begging to be bit and kissed.

She wears her clothes taut so you know how she likes to be grabbed and clutched.

Lest we forget that string of cheap pearls around her neck, says she likes when you choke her until her whore blue eyes water.

And those tights so tight across that ass and what an ass it is. Perfect to slap and spank and kiss and bite and fuck.

Oh that dirty little cunt!

Strut my way in your high heels of coquette confidence, so I can give you what you are showing everyone you obviously want.