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phthalombrageI love reading. Writing isn't enough, but it's better than talking. You don't know what they mean, so you make something up. And laugh. Nobody knows why, but you're laughing. Still, the same feelings reign supreme.
I ignore the grammar to better prove (hide) my point.
Stupid teenagers with nobody to talk to.
I decided that I'm done with the "avoid LJ because it reeks of pathetic screwed-up teenager conformity" bit. I'm still not adding friends, because I really prefer that this not represent me. I think everyone probably has thoughts like this, but they have somebody close to them that will listen. I'm probably wrong.
It's not about being understood anymore. The antecedent is unclear for a reason. I need to stop thinking about it, I don't have the time. (It and time both used ambiguously.) Oh, I shall be safe no matter what from the sort of thing I fear. Which is why the status quo remains to be breached. Tuberculosis.
So now if I have nowhere to unload I shall turn here. More of a selfish thing, but it spares the people I would have hurt.
Trust...
Certain combinations of words that strike my fancy but I'd never use as a name on msn. Avoiding the stigma. Avoid stigmata at all costs.
JON JETTON.
yes.
Dead people are a lot easier to approach. It makes it seem like they are worth more. I'm easily inspired. How was he a true inspiration? I want to ask Mrs. Johnston all kinds of morbid questions about the kid who ran into that sharp corner of the locker pod. I want to see a photograph which does not exist. Then I'd be disgusted, and if I met the person, immobile, silent, afraid.
Why so green and lonely... little babies' eyes, eyes.
CACHE
the only burnt
object on this grill
she assesses the branch
structure
with all the grace
and ease of a monkey
hating more than
the bill of rights
waiting for the
CHARIOT DE BOIS
the biggest tangent ever. At least it was, when properly formatted.
A moment in time so I know what used to be. I miss the pink bicycle days when the world felt like it had a place for me.
RESUME DOGS.
I hate it when people are curious because they are horny.
There is a lot of anger.
I eat nasty food.
Yards don't have bathrooms.
Does loving the random make me a stupid pretentious squid?
The cuttlefish scar.
The combined effort of years of curiosity, which killed the cat.
I shouldn't be thinking of these things.
I shouldn't be thinking.
Chemical reactions.
What is a memory?
Now comes the time when I start to feel like I suck.
All in progression.
I have a retainer that I bite. I feel like a pony.
Insufficient verbs.
You hate me now. I'm ok with that.
refugees from some strange, yet colorful, war, waiting for the green. not money. ew.
I need to be new and improved. An oxymoron. Yes.
I'll never get the same combination of flavours, sweet like the meat of children.
Everything needs to have something behind it, before. I have a lot, but not so much.
Darwin was here.
mufflers.
5 APs. Ramona's quitting in March. Managing to survive. Stop distracting yourself from the origami path. Harikiri, pirates or ninjas or - er - sushi. Ninjas dont play with skulls... but I don't know any ninjas. PV luff. Where does the path go? Whose names are inscribed into the bricks? Which direction are the pine needles facing? Is it warm or cold outside? It is the time before time X. 5 Fév. MMV. It needs something after too. It wants the after. It puts the lotion in the basket. The ring. saw. sees.
Fill out an Application:
Die est...
Profundity in nothingness.
The hardest thing to find. A neverending quest. How hopeful. How promising. Janie tells me not to make one. I tell Janie to learn English.
Helping. Bracelets again. Wrists.
I am deficient in verbs. Unsurprising, as I just sit here. My sleeping bag is decorated with the dot-emulsion pop printed faces of the new kids of the block. Faded. Pink and warm on the inside. I'd have killed myself for that color.
What is the Warning level?
I like warnings. Does everything dovetail neatly into the ohio puzzle?
Slashes are fun to type/ cmmd prompt\/\/ yoho, where art thou, o Happy Austria.
cranky itch.
How can they be fooled by all of those masks of war paint?
I never expect answers.
They would be nice, perhaps, but I'd find something wrong with them.
Finding things is fun.
I think nothing is fun.
Ambivalence.
Never at the same place at the same time the sidewalk across the courtyard and jumeaux in the hall and lizards in the fridge and barcoded liver.
Can I resist?
Mamma Mia, I think so.
sure footing.
gashed my heel.
My brother makes funny noises sometimes.
laughter.
some kind of adjective.
I ignore the grammar to better prove (hide) my point.
Stupid teenagers with nobody to talk to.
I decided that I'm done with the "avoid LJ because it reeks of pathetic screwed-up teenager conformity" bit. I'm still not adding friends, because I really prefer that this not represent me. I think everyone probably has thoughts like this, but they have somebody close to them that will listen. I'm probably wrong.
It's not about being understood anymore. The antecedent is unclear for a reason. I need to stop thinking about it, I don't have the time. (It and time both used ambiguously.) Oh, I shall be safe no matter what from the sort of thing I fear. Which is why the status quo remains to be breached. Tuberculosis.
So now if I have nowhere to unload I shall turn here. More of a selfish thing, but it spares the people I would have hurt.
Trust...
Certain combinations of words that strike my fancy but I'd never use as a name on msn. Avoiding the stigma. Avoid stigmata at all costs.
JON JETTON.
yes.
Dead people are a lot easier to approach. It makes it seem like they are worth more. I'm easily inspired. How was he a true inspiration? I want to ask Mrs. Johnston all kinds of morbid questions about the kid who ran into that sharp corner of the locker pod. I want to see a photograph which does not exist. Then I'd be disgusted, and if I met the person, immobile, silent, afraid.
Why so green and lonely... little babies' eyes, eyes.
CACHE
the only burnt
object on this grill
she assesses the branch
structure
with all the grace
and ease of a monkey
hating more than
the bill of rights
waiting for the
CHARIOT DE BOIS
the biggest tangent ever. At least it was, when properly formatted.
A moment in time so I know what used to be. I miss the pink bicycle days when the world felt like it had a place for me.
RESUME DOGS.
I hate it when people are curious because they are horny.
There is a lot of anger.
I eat nasty food.
Yards don't have bathrooms.
Does loving the random make me a stupid pretentious squid?
The cuttlefish scar.
The combined effort of years of curiosity, which killed the cat.
I shouldn't be thinking of these things.
I shouldn't be thinking.
Chemical reactions.
What is a memory?
Now comes the time when I start to feel like I suck.
All in progression.
I have a retainer that I bite. I feel like a pony.
Insufficient verbs.
You hate me now. I'm ok with that.
refugees from some strange, yet colorful, war, waiting for the green. not money. ew.
I need to be new and improved. An oxymoron. Yes.
I'll never get the same combination of flavours, sweet like the meat of children.
Everything needs to have something behind it, before. I have a lot, but not so much.
Darwin was here.
mufflers.
5 APs. Ramona's quitting in March. Managing to survive. Stop distracting yourself from the origami path. Harikiri, pirates or ninjas or - er - sushi. Ninjas dont play with skulls... but I don't know any ninjas. PV luff. Where does the path go? Whose names are inscribed into the bricks? Which direction are the pine needles facing? Is it warm or cold outside? It is the time before time X. 5 Fév. MMV. It needs something after too. It wants the after. It puts the lotion in the basket. The ring. saw. sees.
Fill out an Application:
Die est...
Profundity in nothingness.
The hardest thing to find. A neverending quest. How hopeful. How promising. Janie tells me not to make one. I tell Janie to learn English.
Helping. Bracelets again. Wrists.
I am deficient in verbs. Unsurprising, as I just sit here. My sleeping bag is decorated with the dot-emulsion pop printed faces of the new kids of the block. Faded. Pink and warm on the inside. I'd have killed myself for that color.
What is the Warning level?
I like warnings. Does everything dovetail neatly into the ohio puzzle?
Slashes are fun to type/ cmmd prompt\/\/ yoho, where art thou, o Happy Austria.
cranky itch.
How can they be fooled by all of those masks of war paint?
I never expect answers.
They would be nice, perhaps, but I'd find something wrong with them.
Finding things is fun.
I think nothing is fun.
Ambivalence.
Never at the same place at the same time the sidewalk across the courtyard and jumeaux in the hall and lizards in the fridge and barcoded liver.
Can I resist?
Mamma Mia, I think so.
sure footing.
gashed my heel.
My brother makes funny noises sometimes.
laughter.
some kind of adjective.
