| what do you think? |
[Oct. 20th, 2009|08:32 pm] |
do you see me,
across the tile
devouring your smile?
I drink like child.
my nails I file
you swim for miles,
until we've seperated ourselves in piles
can you take me
to the stars?
love me hard?
will you whisper lies
and leave bite marks?
make my heart black as tar
in the backseat of your car |
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| Don't Dissect! |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|11:05 pm] |
Dissecting frogs is cruel and unnecessary. They should not be mandatory, and you should have a right to request an alternative assignment. This peta2 banner is an example of an organization supporting students who refuse to take part the outdated practice. |
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| duh |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|02:54 pm] |
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they better not be flipping through my journal. |
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| sheep herder |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|10:05 am] |
i've met a grand assortment of crazies (my absolute favorite) and discovered interesting points concerning my beloved friends. you think you have a person figured out, but considering one can hardly know oneself, how can you expect to be the expert? being aware of idiosyncricies and habits paints a harsh portrait - only a fraction of the beauty a person embodies. lumping people into categories like food groups seems acceptable under certain circumstances, but proves to alienate & isolate in retrospect. interests & beliefs (whether political, religious or otherwise) should not limit orseleves to experiencing another's point of view or prevent us from sharing our moment with the universe, as a whole. likes and dislikes are merely for entertainment and should not be used as a rating system or as judgment on an individual.
i don't want to be the sheep herder, yet the four-legged ones follow. i understand that many younger friends like to dress up and explore different aspects of a variety of subcultures...but i'd love it if everyone could branch out from what is 'accepted' among their usual compnaions. keep in mind, your mind. :D |
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| so many things |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|12:09 am] |
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i'm not a real person any more than a sneeze is a sickness. [joke, sort of] |
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| deceit |
[Sep. 15th, 2009|08:53 pm] |
made a fool of me.
thank you.
i don't deserve your kindness.
you taught me the most difficult lesson to date. it does not need to be spoken. jerk.
(note: this is not about a guy!!! fuck, what do you think i am??) |
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| what a pity |
[Sep. 7th, 2009|12:54 am] |
| [ | Creaming To |
| | i hate you | ] |
so many people made fun of my jelly shoes because they were green. several people accused me of being 'goth'. i don't have the patience to educate every person in the city. so i just roll my eyes and walk towards my prison.
haven't you people learned magazines aren't the gospel? and that radio music sucks? that being a vegetarian isn't strange? goddamn. i can't be an individual because that's uncool. no one will approach me unless i'm wearing something ghetto or talk ignorantly. once i start speaking about women's rights, freud, or literature i get blank stares.
this is what creates serial killers, i'm sure of it. |
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| a poem that needs no name |
[Aug. 21st, 2009|01:29 pm] |
| [ | Feeling... |
| |  thirsty | ] |
Befriend me, attend the
accusations of the crime
that will be committed
you may admit it
in sooner than later time
i spoon out my eyes
just in case the disguise
will not be able to fool me
takes several tries
but i meet demise
as the blood pools deep
i knew the whole while
you silly child
i chose to wear these cuffs
incriminate
as we consummate
the damnation of a love
the race of fate
exfoliates
any sign of hope
i pray for the day
when all men will pay
for diluting my heart 'til numb |
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| sarcasm. yay. |
[Aug. 19th, 2009|10:38 pm] |
| [ | Feeling... |
| | cold | ] |
| [ | Creaming To |
| | para-noir - marilyn manson | ] |
Gosh, I love how people ignore others.
Please don't call. Try to do everything in your power to fuck with my head. |
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| DARIA |
[Jul. 2nd, 2009|03:33 am] |
Jane: Am I missing something?
Ms. Morris: The team needs you, and you need the team... IF you don't want to be here taking math again this summer.
Jane: Gee, that almost sounds like blackmail. Fortunately, I can pull up my math grade on my own.
Ms. Morris: Then I'll flunk you.
Jane: Why don't I go to Ms. Li and expose this grade-changing arrangement?
Ms. Morris: She already knows.
Jane: Okay, then, back off or I'll tell the P.T.A.
Ms. Morris: They know, too.
Jane: Congress?
Ms. Morris: You're beaten, Lane.
Jane: How about if I call the three local TV stations and tell each one that the other two are running the story?
Ms. Morris: Damn. |
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| praise the days |
[Jun. 20th, 2009|03:38 am] |
what a good day. Food Not Bombs went extraordinarily well - a big turn out. everyone seemed to enjoy my presence. i felt very appreciated.
yes, my days change drastically from one to the next. it's difficult being so me. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|11:25 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | onaji's | ] |
| [ | Feeling... |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | Creaming To |
| | stupid girl - garbage | ] |
People like you, unstick my glue.
Negative people that I once proclaimed as 'friend' can step down from my life. My need for you is over, as your need for dignity becomes transparent. I am not a toy to play dress up with, or to show off. Don't try to fuck me or fuck me up. Never expect me to take your rudeness like a whore swallowing a big fat lie. That's your deal. From now on don't just expect polite exchanges of different point of views. If you even try to pretend you're dominant over me, I will rip off your smile with a dagger of truth to remind you where your place is in the world...
...which happens to be under my foot. Don't thank me, thank gravity.
Now run along, and talk nonsense with your untalented associates. Make sure you leave enough brain cells to wipe your own ass. |
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| uck! |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
Get free stickers at peta2.com
if you watch this and don't cringe, or at least feel bad for the poor monkeies, i must say you have no soul. |
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| HAHA thats a good joke God |
[Aug. 10th, 2008|06:42 pm] |
| [ | Feeling... |
| |  exanimate | ] |
havent posted in a bit, but i go through cycles of reliable people. so now my bestfriends have turned into flaky sunabitches and my enemies are my lovers. and this will definatley change in about 2-3 months. you see, frankie will break up with me again forgetting he loves me, teresa will p.m.s., katie will remember i actually care about her when ben pisses on her hope, and the rest of those fuckers only go by handouts and compliments, so i guess they dont count, do they?
you guys are so common.
never before have i realized how incredibly shitty the human race can be, i was defending your good nature, people! and now if i become a serial killer or a courtney love (lets hope not) you'll know its because of you. i now remember why i like marilyn manson. |
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| to be quite honest, i might be serious |
[Mar. 31st, 2008|11:59 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | in my new home | ] |
| [ | Creaming To |
| | (oh god) happy now - no doubt | ] |
approaching the big 18th birthday, a day which was supposed to liberate me, now confines me. when i look back at my journals, from only a year ago, and i read these childish plans that just make my stomach twist. i swore i would be independant, free to be with my lover, pursue art despite the consequences of not chosing a practical career.
look at me. i am a fool! art is just a wishful past-time and i cant even remember the last time passion took hold of me. i suppose it was the hormones. i've lost all colors but godawful red. where is my lover? how could something so simple be managled within an artist's hands? childsplay is to love. but im no child. i think i see the problem. if i dont fight it, i will be demonic just like the others. i dont want to give in but people keep dropping fucking pianoes on my head. more baggage. i try to avoid these things while walking down the street.
was it a lie? i wish i could relive that whole first month over and over again. i guess watching romeo and juliet nonstop for the rest of my life would compensate. and to be quite honest, i might be serious. |
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| scary sights at dreary heights |
[Mar. 17th, 2008|03:29 pm] |
hello. i'm in jacksonville right now. i saw him before i left. like 15 before i was about to leave he came over thinking i wasnt there... we made out, we cried, we exchanged sweet nothings, we did some things.... and now he wont answer the phone. he said he wants to talk to me, but then why won't he? i told him if he doesnt i just wont call, but he insisted he loved me and thats not what he wants.
i fucking hate you. i fucking hate you. I FUCKING HATE YOU for making me love you
i feel like a used tampon. i'm dripping blood all over the place. |
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| again, in two |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|12:55 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | in my dreams | ] |
| [ | Creaming To |
| | the postal service - nothing better | ] |
I'm moving away on March 17 to Missouri. I'm going to live with my mom to explore my options, acedemically speaking, and to get away from palm trees.
I hope to have a GOING AWAY GET-TOGETHER this Saturday at Commerical Beach. Come if you'd like. Bring liquor. Talk to me for details.
I miss Frankie, but I hate him too. We broke up, its over, he's a bastard. There was no way to forsee in our lovestruck eyes that it would be agonizing further along the line. I won't be able to see him before I go, in fact, I won't see him ever again. Time to start all over. |
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| misconceptions |
[Jan. 28th, 2008|11:05 pm] |
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Sorry, but most of my friends are selfish little cunts and I can't wait to get out of this town. You only care about getting high not about what I have to do to satisfy your middle school impulses and on top of that wasted 30 dollars for the shakes. So watch your mouth when those nasty little words come out because we all know you were in the wrong. Both of you whores. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 9th, 2008|05:01 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | my thoughts | ] |
| [ | Creaming To |
| | blue dragonfly (i wish) | ] |
paranoia killed the butterfly. there was an exquisite butterfly. he frequently visited this particular garden with the most beautiful flowers. he loved the flowers. but that girl kept stressing over the changing tints in the insect's wings. so she put him in a clear jar and wouldn't let him loose in her garden anymore. she kept asking why her little friend couldn't stay the same. she was so busy looking at her butterfly she forgot to keep up her garden and herself. the butterfly hated her for keeping the flowers so far away from him. with time she grew old and ugly ignoring her reflection in the glass.
one day she wanted to let him out. she grew tired of watching his every move. but it was too late... her friend died. only, his black wings remained. |
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