LAYLA'S WORLD
BEING IRRELEVANT BITS AND RELEVANT PIECES OF LETTERS FROM LAYLA,
WHO DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK UNLESS YOU'RE REAL AND COOOL
Welcome to Layla's Moods... mostly more unpredictable than weather... sometimes flighty as a feather in a breeze and sometimes realer than a brick in a tornado... she'll float her dreams on clouds without inhibition or toss her daggers at anything that moves her to and isn't interested in how vulnerable she might be or how she might appear to anyone... whether it's true security or an opaque mask of false bravado or both, she's passion beyond description (describe rainbows, child laughter, baby tears, storms, a last breath, or cosmic wind?)... she's the hunger of a forest fire... a void with the suction of a black hole... as flexible as silly putty... as immovable as a glacier and appears as cold... as she's been known to say... "fuck me, see if I care" sometimes she does... |
