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Feb. 19th, 2005 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageI love snippets of other people's lives. The Drama. Maryann Lamb.
(Please Indians, build a casino far away from my mother.)
Erm, Variety Show is fun. It lets me see the kids at school as people. Like dance, except I have to keep more clothes on. V-show is vaguely pornographic. What am I, Sophia? What, ha. Several limbs.
Leg in a hat= *hilarious* musket. garter. droppings. screeching.
Which reminds me... being Paris Hilton isn't too bad. Except, Sean, since he always has to screw up crap by being an idiot. I changed out of the stupid magenta miniskirt I had made and into a pair of jeans for exposure reasons. Don't need any wardrobe malfunctions @pv. Sean said something in the key of " Oh, but I liked the other one better." Whght Jghth. I shocked Tuffy! I felt skinny. That's a good thing.
Anyway, I liked those boots. Tomorrow when I "ride my bike to Goodwill" I need to look for boots. Why? Because I like 'em.
I don't think it's normal for a mother to rub her daughter's retainer on her gigantic ass and laugh...
Dance is better when Mark and Ginny are there. I can't quit.
I hear coonies!!
ANGRY. THEY MISS THE BABY I WATCHED PACE. I sang about it from hiding up in my tree with fake realemon in my hair. I don't think it saw me..
Don't read my mind...
Nothing to re-de-press you like memory of illegally dead rodents.
Ok, think I'm permanently scarred. (Pronounced skurrrred)
Shivers... still goosebumps, ear cocked vigilantly to the slightly popped ceiling panel. Time to panic is now.
Pvspeech, bastion of philosophical insight. I should stop. I make odd comments and only rarely does anyone acknowledge them.
I slacked off with correspond-ance.
Ok calm again.
Johnston is the best place for breakdowns. Four people love me. Doubts arise.
Frenchies are here including speedo-boy. Can't wait to meet them. Maybe I can.
Sasha and Slinky-slink. People that matter, ideas, need to consider place.
If anyone is reading this, please tell me. It makes me nervous. Then I can tell j00 to go away. I mean stay if you like, but consider yourself.. warned.
I suck
I'm crazy
I conquered.
That didn't make sense.
Leaving Flex, I gave a Nazi salute unintentionally. hee.
If Tay ever finds this, I shall be relegated to a nice bright padded vacation in the institution.. crying on some leather couches, meds to swallow (hard). Things amuse me that would no other.
Grammar rocks.
I can't be a write because I like to bury my soul. It must be a hatchet. Candy man calling my name. He wears eyeliner.
I learned that kid's name. Same as my brother's, who knew?
All rules thrown to the curb maybe I'm rebellious no no no. Music is good, but too short. Books accomplish much more, but not. Jim had to describe composers as paintings.
5thAP7cnolife
Dropping away from contacts
I joined in on Cap'n-bashing, yes!
Some fire would be nice to wake me up, to start my life. I don't really want it. I may or may not need it.
Shoulder blades
school scares me
the world expects me to be afraid of it so it wins yet another battle
ought to consider the consequences of memory
the implications of a moment
will they wait for me
kids and cats are less threatening, duller claws, smaller teeth
except for the ones that look in your eyes with more than marbles
things I want to know but dare not pursue
a room full of trauma
I wish I had thought to write real poetry like a garcon francais would
don't want to edit this
forget it as it leave like a pile of crap
more and more landfill is appropriate
once a name that fits
william blake was cool
dead people to honour
Charlycaelsea.
the underside of a tree to the sky
the sun which burns but gives so much
nobody deserves anything
thin shadows limbs like limbs
gravity begs to tear the limbs from limbs
what is it number, everything corresponds to an imaginary world
oh yeah, that's why
not for the reality
always but not forever
(I'm decomposing as I type)
I will be forgotten
to most...
(Please Indians, build a casino far away from my mother.)
Erm, Variety Show is fun. It lets me see the kids at school as people. Like dance, except I have to keep more clothes on. V-show is vaguely pornographic. What am I, Sophia? What, ha. Several limbs.
Leg in a hat= *hilarious* musket. garter. droppings. screeching.
Which reminds me... being Paris Hilton isn't too bad. Except, Sean, since he always has to screw up crap by being an idiot. I changed out of the stupid magenta miniskirt I had made and into a pair of jeans for exposure reasons. Don't need any wardrobe malfunctions @pv. Sean said something in the key of " Oh, but I liked the other one better." Whght Jghth. I shocked Tuffy! I felt skinny. That's a good thing.
Anyway, I liked those boots. Tomorrow when I "ride my bike to Goodwill" I need to look for boots. Why? Because I like 'em.
I don't think it's normal for a mother to rub her daughter's retainer on her gigantic ass and laugh...
Dance is better when Mark and Ginny are there. I can't quit.
I hear coonies!!
ANGRY. THEY MISS THE BABY I WATCHED PACE. I sang about it from hiding up in my tree with fake realemon in my hair. I don't think it saw me..
Don't read my mind...
Nothing to re-de-press you like memory of illegally dead rodents.
Ok, think I'm permanently scarred. (Pronounced skurrrred)
Shivers... still goosebumps, ear cocked vigilantly to the slightly popped ceiling panel. Time to panic is now.
Pvspeech, bastion of philosophical insight. I should stop. I make odd comments and only rarely does anyone acknowledge them.
I slacked off with correspond-ance.
Ok calm again.
Johnston is the best place for breakdowns. Four people love me. Doubts arise.
Frenchies are here including speedo-boy. Can't wait to meet them. Maybe I can.
Sasha and Slinky-slink. People that matter, ideas, need to consider place.
If anyone is reading this, please tell me. It makes me nervous. Then I can tell j00 to go away. I mean stay if you like, but consider yourself.. warned.
I suck
I'm crazy
I conquered.
That didn't make sense.
Leaving Flex, I gave a Nazi salute unintentionally. hee.
If Tay ever finds this, I shall be relegated to a nice bright padded vacation in the institution.. crying on some leather couches, meds to swallow (hard). Things amuse me that would no other.
Grammar rocks.
I can't be a write because I like to bury my soul. It must be a hatchet. Candy man calling my name. He wears eyeliner.
I learned that kid's name. Same as my brother's, who knew?
All rules thrown to the curb maybe I'm rebellious no no no. Music is good, but too short. Books accomplish much more, but not. Jim had to describe composers as paintings.
5thAP7cnolife
Dropping away from contacts
I joined in on Cap'n-bashing, yes!
Some fire would be nice to wake me up, to start my life. I don't really want it. I may or may not need it.
Shoulder blades
school scares me
the world expects me to be afraid of it so it wins yet another battle
ought to consider the consequences of memory
the implications of a moment
will they wait for me
kids and cats are less threatening, duller claws, smaller teeth
except for the ones that look in your eyes with more than marbles
things I want to know but dare not pursue
a room full of trauma
I wish I had thought to write real poetry like a garcon francais would
don't want to edit this
forget it as it leave like a pile of crap
more and more landfill is appropriate
once a name that fits
william blake was cool
dead people to honour
Charlycaelsea.
the underside of a tree to the sky
the sun which burns but gives so much
nobody deserves anything
thin shadows limbs like limbs
gravity begs to tear the limbs from limbs
what is it number, everything corresponds to an imaginary world
oh yeah, that's why
not for the reality
always but not forever
(I'm decomposing as I type)
I will be forgotten
to most...
