English summer rain

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

Slit

Thoughts violating your empty mind.

Cold… you’re cold. Hands clutching your bare skin. Your own hands. Embracing yourself for comfort? Likely.

Get up, you bitch! – an angry voice shouting inside your head. Funny. Having your own self shouting at you… – Get your ass up, have a shower and sleep, you wasted bitch!

No, I’m cold… I’m cold… - another voice, faint and empty. Somebody else’s.

Oh yes, just raise your butt you miserable whore! You’ve ruined the night you were waiting for so long. You’ve also just ruined your reputation. You’ve betrayed and humiliated yourself, so get your ass up and act like a human being!

I can’t! I’m sick! – a miserable voice echoes.

Oh fuck it! - my own tone. Yes, that’s me. Or… at least I think so. Anyway, my body starts moving on its own and bittersweet taste spreads in my mouth; I’ve won over myself. I’ve so fuckin got my shrieking and torn body and mind moving.

But the voice I identified as ‘me’ is still just a faint echo in an empty body and a nearly empty mind. Who locked me up here? Why can’t I be free? I don’t feel like this bunch of flesh and clear buzzing inside ‘my’ skull really belongs to me.

Who the Hell I am anyway?!

I think I’ve just lost myself…

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

Kittyboy’s home!

And tomorrow we’ll throw an epic party to celebrate it.

I’m finally free from all possible bounds and I’ll just get wasted with my supercute local mates. A little room for me… wow, at last. I’ve just started to get the feeling of being caged inside a dysfunctional relationship.

Well, it’ll be our night guys so get your tight pants ready!

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

Wasted british youth

Grace belépett a boltba, kezében lóbálva kilóméteres hosszúságú bevásárlólistáját, s a parfümös polc felé indult.

Mexx… uhm, talán mégsem. David Beckham… ez Noru illata. Esprit… ah, túl fűszeres. A potenciális parfümös üvegek sora egyre csak csökkent és csökkent, mikor Grace meglátott egy apró, barna bőrrel bevont flaska alakú Diesel parfümöt. Miért is ne? - fogalmazódott meg benne a kérdés, s amolyan utolsó próbálkozás gyanánt kivett még egy tesztpapírt a tartóból, majd megnyomta az üveg tetejét.

Álmok szabadultak ki, belengve a levegőt; delejes látomások, csókok, könnyek, titkok, tündérmesék, s a lány érezte, hogy lassan kicsúszik alóla a valóság szilárnak hitt talaja. Csukott szemmel lebegett az illúziók tengerében, s ajkaira féloldalas, letörölhetetlen mosoly húzódótt, miközben apró mozdulattal kosarába csúsztatta a parfümöt.

Talán bűn, ha az ember talál olyan álmot, melyből soha többé nem akar felébredni?

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

Sparkles

Having got through a really tiring day, you would start doing your homework… you would but If you decide to have 5 minutes of rest and start looking around on youtube, you may find yourself burst out laughing, face covered with the tears of joy.

I’ve just found this extremely witty parody about “Mohammad and the Green fairy” but I’m already out of air; i just couldn’t stop laughing until I nearly choked, unable to inhale.  Incredibly worth-watching one. :]

I must admit that I got hooked on ‘Pattyboy’s crazy parodies.

Intermediate English knowledge needed!

Author’s comment: “Bob introduces Mohammad to the tradition of the Green Fairy. “

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

“Ima boy who dances like a fool”

Let me present the most charming and talented Mr.Patrick!

Hogyha neked is nehezen indul a reggeled, kötelező darab! :]

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

I’m terribly sorry

I just can’t stay away.

I still szalmakalap. I always did. Forgive me.

“Because you’re mine
Forever And Almost Always”

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

Charming and vicious

Bondage of God.

We’re all afraid of speaking the words hanging on our lips. How could one possibly admit that all she wants is to break free and start a new life somewhere, anywhere else? How could one possibly admit that she wants to forget about her past, completely and undoably? How could one possibly admit that she’s attracted to her own sex? How could one possibly admit that she has a struggle going on for the ability to love.

Is it a sin to close our eyes if we cannot face the truth?

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

When love takes over

“We will never sleep
‘Cause sleep is for the week”

I haven’t slept for 36 hours now and I must confirm the statement that a lack of sleep can crack you up, really.

To Hell with you all. :  D

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious

Even angels do headbang

Waking up just to find yourself trembling under two sheets of warm blanket.

Dreams haunting you day in day out; Ainden yelling, his voice cold and disgusted. He’s hugging his little drag queen, dressed properly, wearing a thorn-crown on the top of her oh-so-lovely head.

He says you’re a waste of time, a waste of emotion, a waste of space. Your reply’s even colder, more cruel than his; you say he’s a wanker only good for being played with, led by the nose, paralyzed and left ripped open.

None of these makes sense. You – of course – hate him. What else could you settle for? But this hate’s the closest to love you can get. Sour taste spreading in your mouth… Taste of loss, taste of hatred, taste of shards of scattered hopes ripping your nerve-endings open.

Arterial haemorrhage.

“It doesn’t hurt me.
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I’m making?
You be running up that hill
You and me be running up that hill

You don’t want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I’m tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh…”

Jessica Brooklyn Vicious