The Real Status Quo.

Karolina Branson is trapped in pictographs unable to use the expression of sound. It grieves her.

Rather than just floating thoughts and fleeting ideas which consist of no real support. she has fallen in a pit and forgotten what archeology castles constructed require.

Karolina Branson sits on the time whirlpooling technological addiction through the night and cyberstalks through past lovers' myspace pages. Nostolgia reminiscance drowns unrelenting. It disgusts.

Karolina Branson scratches at paper and tries to make up for the lack of understanding with these unfinished portraits of yesterday and maybe and "this is what I dream,".

is not in today. Just leave and don’t come back, until tomorrow or next summer. understanding was never a favorite hobby. So please don’t ask questions. "Do not disturb" signs dangle at all doorways in hopes of something stronger perhaps one day breaking in.

Karolina Branson loves sarcasm because the truth is frightening and scares everyone away. Born laced in cowardess, was rearranged at a later date and cut and stiched for her glowing prom-esque harlot gowns.

finds it rather irriting when her parents tell her the same thing, ten thousand times, one after another, using ten million different words and forms of vocabulary, in a single conversation. broken record dulling my eardrums. i got it the first time, thank you.

Karolina Branson cries at their heartrenching voices and the touch of their ear piercing tunes.

Karolina Branson swoons at beautiful boys confessing their utter confusion for somehow it is so naively infatuating.

Karolina Branson died just now.


Karolina Branson needs a software update for her brain.

Karolina Branson says bad words, in her head, way too often.

Karolina Branson says bad words, out loud, and doesn’t care.

7/11/09