i like pie

2003-11-14T22:45:00.000-06:00

osweetdarlinohyoucanbuymykissesandsellthemagain such a jew! good brownies *post eggnog high* AHAHAHAH POST ONEG. *watches pyramid thing and i love the eighties and wishes she had more pockets*

2003-11-14T22:42:00.000-06:00

You are "Damn Sam (I Love a Woman that
Rains)"! Calm, cool, and collected -
yeah. That's you. You prefer a deeper,
melancholy love to one that's perfect and
happy. Ish. Those cheerful people scare you,
and to be honest, they scare us all.

What Ryan Adams song are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

2003-11-14T15:57:00.000-06:00

*isinthemostfabulouslyhyperiwantbreakshitjumparoundcrashintoyoudancetillmyfeetdieandmysoulbreaksandlistenstoallllllllllltheglorioussaharahotnightsshecangetherhyperlittlehandson*

XD

im a one girl revolution

2003-10-14T06:05:00.000-05:00

"Let your colors collide
Oh -- the time is so fleeting
I quit running behind
Oh -- I know your meaning
You looked too far
For what you want to say
And you looked for the perfect time of day"

2003-10-13T17:47:00.000-05:00

fuckfuck

ortho appt 3-4
lpb 4-5:30
yoga 6-8

i have two projects due tomorow that i havent started and two tests to study for

shit

2003-10-13T16:27:00.000-05:00

*burns off taste buds with evil sour skittles* *owowowfuckingow* *yummmm*

2003-10-13T05:54:00.000-05:00

update blogger...or xanga... or blogger...or xanga....bloggerorxangaorbloggerorxanga*implodes*

2003-10-13T05:52:00.000-05:00

my hearts a burning mosh pit
veins go round and round
angry young angst ridden things
and their feet dont reach the ground

thry get hypnotized by the frenzied beat
the rhythm will entrance
pulse rises with the heat
baby you should see me dance

2003-10-10T23:21:00.000-05:00

this moment of extreme hyperness brought to you by the tuck tuck tuck WOOOOOO!, which was inspired by homer simpson and the ragin cajun.

2003-10-10T16:14:00.000-05:00

bubbles fizz ribs yawn
my eyebrows faint and crease my lungs and
flowers leave a lovely stain upon your tongue

my eyes open and the world throbs
its pulsing with sin and beats and binds
ive got a barbed twisting mind

and i hate myself for doing this and
i hate you even more and
i hate that i cant end this poem somethign something you distort

2003-10-10T15:46:00.000-05:00

loverly rainy dayyyy. so much fun in geo, i understood the stuff and we had these great ideas for the projie, ask me about the hamsters. i got a 98 on a spanish test and it took her an hour and a half to alphabetize half of us which caused much hilarity and ended me over in the corner with the freshers and jessica funnnnn. then after school the bus didnt show so i got to hang out with zainab and margot and hend and i got to jump in puddles! huge puddles! i got soaking to mid thigh. in the office jenny said something really funny and i tripped over a phone chord and i gave andrew a retarded high five and i got to say and a lot and hends little brother got lost which too was hilarious and on the front lawn this homeless guy started talking to us about this quarterback at lsu and i laughed, to quote sarah, up the bejeezy OH and then i jumped in a puddle and got holbrook wet muwhahah being groundeds fun.!!!!!!XEDGSUv library for four hours tomorow!!!!!! :-)

2003-10-09T20:49:00.000-05:00

so tired my wooos are all wiiii *passes out*

2003-10-09T20:48:00.000-05:00

dave barry is the shineese, i have like 6 of his books now tunk tunk tunk WOOOOO

2003-10-09T20:15:00.001-05:00

MRAWRRRRRR

2003-10-09T20:15:00.000-05:00

"I once had marigolds for eyes.
I'd seem to fade on sunny days.
When it's cold as the rain outside,
well then, so am I. "

2003-10-09T17:02:00.000-05:00

howie days my heart

*wants to fall into a wrapped up bed of white sheets and thorny sleep*

2003-10-08T19:07:00.000-05:00

"What's that piece of ass I see walkin' over here?
What's that little shiny thing?
Make it disappear.

And when I walk I'm a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Open my heart and emotions rip outta me.
My emotions rip outta me.

Don't you want to kill her?
Knock her off her chair?
God, I think I will if she keeps playin' with her hair.

And when I walk I'm a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Open my heart and emotions rip outta me.
My emotions rip outta me.

Hold me close and never let me go
All my life I've wanted them to know
A few things about me
I feel beautiful today

Today is Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, what's on the heel?

And when I walk I'm a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Open my heart and emotions rip outta me.
My emotions rip outta me.

And when I walk I'm in high school
You should see the commotion
A hundred people drowning in oceans inside me "

2003-10-08T18:44:00.000-05:00

"And all the whores on Blecker Street
They wear the blissful grin
Caused by the drugs they take
To relieve them of their sins

And "oh lord I think she's dying" I head somebody say
I think she's dying
And "oh lord I think she's dying"

Or maybe she's already dead and maybe she's gone to Mars
Maybe we could write her epitaph in the stars
It'd say "If you go away from here..If you go a million miles..."
Come downtown to see them go
Into the den of the vampires of New York
But please watch your step as you're getting off, kids "

2003-10-07T20:58:00.000-05:00

"granted that I'm so often layered
I'm wired
overcome overdone
my fate is on fire
eat the sludge and dance
to screaming in my head
I am so happy that we're friends
me and you
so here I am
possible I'm upside down
corner stone left in the millions
heavy in my pocket
you look good to me
and my pants are huge
and chocolate covered
hey I'm just like you
maybe I'm sloppy and blue
but hey I'm just like you
except I've got nothing to prove
but we're headstrong tonight
beating through the rainbows of right
gold covered prisms of light
make us headstrong tonight
witchcraft haunt
and I'm slowly coming
and moving magic dreams
and mothers whisper nice
hell is my shirt
and it melted slow above heaven
wet to the bone
will you dry me off before I freeze
but here I am
bum as a drunk and a lovers
I said that I have loved no others
she goes to the shows not to be afraid
but she knows it will never be the same
hey I'm just like you
maybe I'm sloppy and blue
but hey I'm just like you
except I've got nothing to prove
but we're headstrong tonight
beating through the rainbows of right
gold covered prisms of light
make us headstrong tonight
headstrong tonight"

2003-10-07T16:40:00.000-05:00

bleeding sharpie streaks yellow tangerines
i like it when you stare
your sharp eyes cut, theyre melted and keen
i want to kill you when you dont care

i love you when youre gone
and i hate you when your near
i get blurred and twisted and ripped and you turn me unclear

i wish i cared less
hearts are fleshy diamonds
they can burst into flames
im a tangled mess
im gonna burn your name

SAOM

2003-10-06T15:53:00.000-05:00

*hums dance with the angels* *doesnt do homework cause shes a rebel* *craves fruit loops and cheetos hardcore* *bus is the suck* *kings of comedy is the sex* *runs off to watch*

2003-10-04T22:58:00.000-05:00

:-P im gangstererer than pie. :-) updating this silly thing thing from the pbs conference thing. old people dancing O_O gotta go wander, were doing the were leaving tomorow and we have one day left with 16th street and the awesome mall ride thing so god dammit were going to ride that damn thing like its crack *cant form thoughts* im all sugard up on pie and pretty mountains and the djs playign superfreak must dance

2003-10-01T09:32:00.000-05:00

oh my fuckign god *needs to fucking pack needs to fuckign pack* oh well, *plays with a glow stick*

2003-10-01T09:30:00.000-05:00

"If you were flame
I'd allow myself to be consumed completely
Were you wind I'd wish you to pass through me
But now I know that the skin just veils the soul"

*fucking needs to get off lyricsdir*

i just like the rhyming things

"She is benediction
She is addicted to he
She is the root connection
She is connecting with me

Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me

I'm dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up
Like some heroine

She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she

Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me

I'm dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up
Like some heroine

She is recreation
She intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she

Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
'Til I lose my sense of gravity

I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music drives me on
Makes me come up
Like some heroine"

2003-10-01T08:28:00.000-05:00

*packs* *sad faces* *wastes time* *im going to miss my pretty kitties* *listens to old school before she turned ho jewel*

"You're like a crevice
Like a crack, not a trace
I can't make myself small enough
To fit in your space

If you come down, if you come down, if you come down
Down off your one-legged horse
Your immortal course
Is making me blue, yeah
You're making me blue, yeah

My limbs are changing
My heart is filled with growing pains
But you are so perfect
A brittle vessel filled with rain"

You're like a rock
You're like a razor, like a tack
You're pulse is pale
But your humor's always black"

2003-09-30T20:55:00.000-05:00

O_O i actually said i looked fat in something. lame day is dangerous. im blaming it on tia. *blames* *is still weirded out and disgusted* *eats cookies* *plays with highlighter* *debates packing* *takes another shower* *decides lame day is the thirtieth of every month.* *or whenever i remember* *does the lame dance* *high fives self* *decides that warrants another dance*

2003-09-30T17:21:00.000-05:00

WOOOOO international lameness day!! *superstars* *lames* *dies laughing*

2003-09-30T17:10:00.000-05:00

i fucking love being lame. *basks in the lameness* *sings along to dee lite* my succotash weeeedge *does spam fast lj check* *shuns ljs* *does another check* *showers* *sings in the shower and does the i feel smooth dance* :-P dj soul SOUL was on a role ive been told he cant be sold hes not vicious or malicious just lovely and delicious

2003-09-30T17:07:00.000-05:00

leave me lying here cause i dont want to goooooo i furking love this song *loves* *dies*

2003-09-30T17:06:00.000-05:00

beauty is finding extraordinary in the ordinary
but what if the extraordinary
finds you
hands grab and stomachs lurch
and darkness hugs
when you start the verse
swimming in hearing loss
drowning in lungs, deaf as the cross
rubber bands pull between my eyes and my heart
my necks a gaping hole
and the sweet ache starts
im mixed up hidden in a fog
my memory shines and my soul jogs

okay thats the suck. im not even going to punctuate or edit it. FUCK it. sick of writing stupid poetry. im too mood swingy for it to be accurate for very long anyway. whatever my life now is like volcano girls. me hearts veruca salt long time.

2003-09-29T18:01:00.000-05:00

more algebrados induced shitty poetry but its my algebrados induced shitty poetry so XD well some, ill post more later

time drops, eyelids flip,
ink runs, scatters bleeding lips.
sleeves scratch, eyes match.
i just wanna i just wanna crash crash.
retinas straighten, irises curl,
theyre pools of time.
waitresses in belarus
trip over diamond extension cords, sip technicolor wine.
ill be you ill be your hiccuping muse.

metal pipes, twisted fifes,
my hearts a, i heart a sullen knife.
my shadows bruised, my blankets diffused
by the bright light trite day
opposite of shadow equals...
cut slit rupped. abused: the sequel.
mind jumps, eyes lump,
chin wrinkles with that sweet hurt
theyre are greedy take and take
till theres nothing more
theyve bottled you
examined your core
their lights a laser, microscopes focus
youre the bore.

id like to pay attention
but the letters squiggle on the screen
my braisn too muddled to mention
im too hurt to scream
eyes stand out
on blurry faces
microcosms of doubt
im filled with empty spaces
words dance
pencils grip
shinys entrance
stomachs dip
i cant close my binder

2003-09-28T18:17:00.000-05:00

:-) we were naughty.
*doesnt feel like typing* here: imagangster.blogspot.com
yay for zack typing things

2003-09-28T11:21:00.000-05:00

*rolls around laughing and crying from the excess scariness fun exhaustion sugar showerness hunger and window lovin*

2003-09-27T11:16:00.000-05:00

flashing lights outside my window,
dead red, street light yellow, pendulum blue, radiation purple, they daze.
they glow heavy across my window,
bathe my room in an artificial haze.
the darkness lied.
im tainted with tint.
thick streams of rain
die down my panes.
pigmented shadows swirl and glide.
im the screen
onto which this lovely and aching
projection is cast.
the light is warm and
the rain is cold and
we are dry.
the colors dance across my face and
the rain paints tears and
the streets cry.
i can see you see me and
shadows hide my eyes.

2003-09-26T20:46:00.000-05:00

*gasp* heather said that ina said that michael said that eleanor said that christie said that robert said that taylor and zack are living together! *gasp* the homosexuality of it all! disclaimer: i am very bored and heart wrecked and watching stupid tv and on de phone with el heathero so im feeling naughty and nothing i say now is true except that thing that doesnt exist and will soon because of a certain puppy dog.

2003-09-26T18:48:00.000-05:00

i am le confusing uberujm confusing wracked wrecked run on sentence. keep getting like 18 thoughts at once and getting fucking confused and stressed out and underworked and frieked out and worked up and hyper and im eating chewbacca. XP.

2003-09-25T16:07:00.000-05:00

that took me fifteen minutes to write
*shakes head*

it started out as me just kinda "nahnuhnahnahnahnahFIENDS!"
i decided adding words would be best. or taking medication. *gets lemon beans stuck in head*

2003-09-25T16:04:00.000-05:00

Take the Spirit Quiz and visit Castle Diqueria.

Lemon Beans

wat eva!
crazy crazy crazy fiends
oh so oh so oh so mean
sometimes ya gotta ya gotta
put on a bunny suit and scream
CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY FIENDS!!

2003-09-24T21:02:00.000-05:00

feeling hits me
in the depths of my stomach
in the contrapositives of my joints
like a shock wave sending adrenaline pulsing through me.
im losing control, im lacking facts.
muscles tighten chest contracts
i want to bite you tug you lick your wounds
im a restless shoulderful of soul
can you calm me down, can your words sooth
can they pull me back when
i get electric
frenzied manic jumping stomping.
a spastic ball of energy and a destruction queen
can you keep up with me
im void of emotion
i cant write
im a mood swinging wreck
i cant stop rhyming i wanna fight.
then laying sloppily on the spung bed
i feel nothing i feel everything
my minds empty, theres a din inside in my head.
im as blank as the moon is still
feel like im letting others color me in. baby baby words can kill.
too tired to rant, too cold to rave
the bed rubs my stomach and i start to feel brave.
but exhaustions eating at my spirit
youve sapped my lies
i zone out and say your name a million trillion times.
it sticks in my cheeks i feel it roll on my tongue
its sugary, cotton candy bubble gum.
madonna shimmies on tv
i struggle in your mind
you sleep a sweet disease in mine.
your tangled sugar silver ribbons innocently bind.
im a virgin suicide
feel locked up tied down but i never died.
ive got my rhthym ive got my rhyme
i may not be saying a damn thing new
but i really dont care, im going to get inside your mind.

2003-09-24T15:31:00.000-05:00

okay, now im pissed

2003-09-24T05:53:00.000-05:00

in my dream
i was dragged to the mall
i kept falling down escalators.
shruti had pictures of her boyfriend
ll cool j
i took the stairs.
i got to the second floor
and showed my friends
this airport bar
with this amazing view of austin.

i was watching a video of myself
and i was on this bed
with somebodies kid
and we were in a hotel
and the baby fell off of the bed.

then i was in a car with harrison ford
we were supposed to be home an hour ago
"can we go!?"
"there are important developments in the hare krishna case!
we might have six more hours"
i was eating green sweetarts.

in mrs bessons class
some kids left to get water
i played on my calculator
jonathon got in trouble for writing
freshmen up in the hall
pareesa sat on my desk
a little giggling buddha
then she pushed me under it
folded me
jonathan-" but shes a whole girl"
pareesa-"shes only half, shes only half."

2003-09-23T21:03:00.000-05:00

so...yeah...heheh...so...yeah...hahahahahahh *feels like sarah chernetz* *listens to lil flip and sahara hotnights and feels like a norwegian bangster* hahahahahahaha *passes out*

2003-09-23T17:12:00.000-05:00

heather says thats depressing :-( mood swwinnnggg to the west *stabs heather* :-)

2003-09-23T16:30:00.000-05:00

"Not enough, never too much
The woman look just like love
Rolling stone gather no moss
But leave a trail of busted stuff

I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I take what she's giving up
I know she's gonna leave this broken man behind her
I take what she's giving up

Sweet sugar lips push from the hips
Woman looks just like love
Without a care she floats above
She got me down here looking up

I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I take what she's giving up
I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind
Yeah, yeah...

She my one
She my one
She my one
Little love
When she move
She move so cool
She make me feel just like a fool
But inside where the devil hides
Woman looks just like love"

"I know I'll miss her later
Wish I could bend my love to hate her
Wish I could be her creator
To twist her arms now

She stares up at the stars when
The stars fell from her hair then
I bent down to collect them
And then she was gone

Oh, I sleep just to dream her
I beg the night just to see her
That my only love should be her
Just to lie in her arms"-dave matthews

*starts crying* thats so horrible. its so fuckign awful. its so fuckign shitty how love has become so fleeting and pain so easy to cause and lingering. look at that, hes obviously in love with this girl and he knows shes going to leave him and hes going to feel like hes dying and he doesnt care he just loves her anyway. how beautiful and sickening. does love even exist? "love springs eternal" but does it really? or do they mean lust? its all gotten so interwoven and entwined and confused, is it really love? "soul mates"? or is it just a chemical fucking reaction induced by your glands. true love, love eternal, chocolate hearts, fat cupids, randy boys, who can tell anymore, who wants to. then you find yourself either adamently denying its existance or wishing wishing wishing that its true and beautiful and wonderful and utterly confused as to which extreme you actually believe, a rollicking frolicking oxymoronic ball of confusion and disdain. fuck this im going to go play tetris like a fiend.

2003-09-23T16:01:00.000-05:00

ISMELLLIKEGLASS: what do you think marie antoinette wore at the altar? what did marie antoinette wear as a bride?
ISMELLLIKEGLASS: were you there when she married? were you there when she died?
brs most wanted9: clothes, a dress, yes, and yes
ISMELLLIKEGLASS: ahahahah
ISMELLLIKEGLASS: i gave you two questions and you gave me four answers, whats in your head tiny bear dancer
ISMELLLIKEGLASS: zaaack?
brs most wanted9: sorry my majja called to bother me
brs most wanted9: and there were like four questions

hahahahaa *smacks forehead*

2003-09-23T15:18:00.000-05:00

:-) day where almost everything rocked and what didnt was funny as hell. like blocking, normally=:-( except for writing in weird shorthand for the benefit of anyone who reads my script. well not really for the benefit, more like the making head explodage. yeah yeah yeah normally sucks but today was hilarious sarah almost broke mickeys tailbone, mac keeps tripping over the furniture,and heather and me did that fun were bored and going to smack each other and be stupid five year olds dissolving into hysterical fits thing. that took way too long to say. *skips rest of lovely day* seventh hour was karazzzzzay. i was happy because spanish was fun then sad cause i remembered i had to stay after cause of damn math and then we had the fun fire drill which was a fun partay thing on the front lawn then half the class left for mentor meetang thang and i had work *sad face* then math got cancelled!!! yes, i screamed like a little girl on valium and then did the sad face more work thing. then taylor and pareesa hopped by my room thang dang fang. why am i talking so fucking much? i could have just sad "awesome day" and left it at that but no i always feel compelled to ramble scramble kill the candle and piss myself off with my very much lack of punctuation and grammar i guess im just talking and talking to myself to distract from things, sucky things, math shaped things, i dunno im tired but too tired to stop talking which is confusing and amoozing and i tripped over a lot of things today and im going to stop being a faucet thing now because its stupid and what the hell am i doing i know saying nothing whatsoever about anythign just rambling about nothing hose of triviality i am someone shut me up please

2003-09-22T20:49:00.000-05:00

hands quaver eyes labor toes stretch you wretch exhaustiondripsdown boneslikeinkrunningdownapage how is ugliness so repulsive and attractive darkness evil shadows so ugly and enticing why did my light just go off blue fire where is my cat tremulous legs shaky handstands crash into the coffee table do it again i guess were all just looking for a rush a jolt a change from the monotony of this pedestrian world theres a rhthym to everything a cycle a circle a doughnut god im hungry when did this turn into stream of consciousness why am i so infuriating *infuriates* *sits* *stands* *stands on her head* im hyper im so fuckign exhausted but sleeps on that other shore and its so far away and i dotn have any viking mice or led zeppelin accompanyment so really whats the point why am i so easily addicted streetcorners heavy stormers coffee counter midwifes lightning staplers crushed drapers spray bottle adultery words words words im so sick of words i get words all day through first from him now from you hey look its my fair lady dancing through my fair head eliza had it right dont talk of love burning above if youre in love show me the rain in spain falls mainly in the plain hebrews read right to left and there you have it ladies and gentlemen a synopsis of the entirety of that lovely musical in 45 words or less im the tic tac version of film classics same rush but in seven different flavors and i make your breath sparkle you make my soul shine wine me dine me sixty nine me goodness gracious great balls of fire take me to bed or lose me forever iceman! ah the glory of top gun was the first one from top gun? i dunno dont care ive grown bored of this its boring enough hearing these thoughts for the first time now its shower time pump up the jam pump it up if youre feet are stomping i could live entirely happy forever in the library if they had a fucking vending machine and a shower speaking of shower *scampers off*

2003-09-22T15:57:00.000-05:00

robyn

pissed off at a name
strung out on a dream
shes curled up on the floor
promises are more fragile than they seem.

brandish the chair
fend off the lion
push back her hair
stop her crying.

the crystal paperweight sparkles in her mouth
flesh is ripped, revealing the mess within
her eyes are wild strawberries from the south
they widen, glaze, mortality sinks in.

freckles slide on her moonshine arms
shes jaded and hurt, falling and tired
cant see her own charms.
silence blue eyes, currents of thought make her wired.

the beauty in the pains getting harder to find
the cruelty and the abuse are chasing her
she thinks shes loosing her mind
she lets the dark grow, the pain stir

so you try not to let her fall under
keep her head above
then you start to wonder
if the beauty is worth it, if there is any love.

2003-09-21T12:34:00.000-05:00

nails the color of sex
lips the color of pain
she wants to get away
she is painted rain

shes a self destructive teen
shes self denying
shes the american dream
how terrifying

she loves life
and wont admit hating herself
shes a knife
she likes little things, leprechauns, elves

double edged sword
shes a mean thing
shell cut you down if shes bored
but oh what a lovely sting

fiona apple-paper bag, life feels like it, i dunno ive had a lot of sugar

2003-09-21T10:50:00.000-05:00

okay so im a bit rusty at prose, bite me.

she lay impatiently, waiting for night. rooted under shadowy trees, she hid from the maudlin sunse. she was masked behind harsh smeared eyeliner, proud of her bruised abused legs, fond of her scuffed combat boots, and wallowing in that sweet depression thats so addictive. she lay serene and itchy. relaxed and completely uncomfortable.

she felt the emotion roll onto her chest, restrict her breathing, like a regal cat taking up her throne on its sleeping subject. she felt the disease own her and she bristled. jumped up. irratated, she excised the feeling. unjustified anger coursed through, her, eating her veins like restless teens eat up pavement. she smiled, it was her favorite kind and she loved the adrenaline rush that followed.

2003-09-21T10:10:00.000-05:00

livejournal.com.users/awritingjournal

"fuck it, i don't write because i'm tortured, i write because i'm good at it. something about writing is incredibly self-indulgent; sometimes i put words together just because i like to hear them wrap around my tongue, rub against my skin, clap as they strike a board. in some way, it is the most pretentious form of exhibitionism; no, i don't want to show off my breasts or my arms or my face, i'm smarter than that. so read my shit, because it's personal and so fucking beautiful. mmhmm."

exactly.

2003-09-21T09:48:00.001-05:00

why am i awake this early?!

2003-09-21T09:48:00.000-05:00

*reads over last nights writing* right :-/ apparently your words suck when youre trying to watch tv, im, be angry at the dictionary, not puke, and pass out all at once. *cringe* some of the stuff i didnt and definitely am not going to post is well...yeah...like, "um, thats an interesting sentence sarah, how bout trying it in english? or really any language other than sarahstiredandretarded?"

2003-09-21T01:09:00.000-05:00

eyes ache
world breaks
im hiding

cars flash
souls crash
i hate you

im hungry
hes lovely
im gonna burn the whole place down

lucky seven
eyes deaden
im taking the stars from your crown

i got strength you wouldnt believe
i trick, i tease, i decieve
i write bad poetry, i like it when i am low, i like being dirty

im the girl tsunami
im gonna take you down with me
im gonna dance on your grave, break your stone, tie our soul up, make you cave

i dont want to fit a mold
dont fucking want to do what im told
im gonna steal, run, fight, its my fucking world

im gonna tear it down
rip it up
im not who you think i am

im gonna fuck shit up
im gonna smash trash flash
till my toes bleed and my soul blisters

i am mine
i own me
i have the right to make mistakes, write badly
im gonna do it my way, fuck rhthym fuck rhyme
fuck standards fuck lines
fuck capturing emotion
in obtuse metaphors
in vague abstractions
its my feeling
what if i kept it
didnt have to externalize it
into characters symbols letters
what if i like that better

2003-09-21T00:44:00.000-05:00

i watch the incandescent firefly
dance with ease in the heavenly sky
i wonder why im so obsessed with it, and being able to fly
and why to get the best view, you have to lie.

i wonder why i write so often
and why i wont let my words soften
i expose so little and so much
it seems im not able to admit i light up with your touch

its why i want to hide
i dont want to be so affected
i dont want to feel as if a part of me died.

i thought i was this indestructable dirty burning thing, sullied soul
made of fire, night, black, and blue.
i dont see how you find a diamond, in this, albeit, sexy lump of coal
i may be fuel, but baby ill burn you.

my words turn me incarnadine
make me more alive
physically construct a model of my mind
but its still adumbral, undefined.

theres this thing in me, nothing can get through, even dent
ive got this stupid wall, adamantine, permanent.
a strength and a hinderance,
in my words a weakness, in my life a defense.

even admitting i have it cuts
stabs wounds breaks
i want to rip it down, want to hide behind it
brain throbs, heart aches.

words get trapped in my mind
"acetone hedgeclippers"
"they say karmas a bitch so
boy, that dogs gonna be comin after you"
quiet in this din is hard to find.

come hide under the silver ocean and black sky with me.
find the quiet in this scrambked head
under the sticky waves, onyx everlasting, a watery bed.
im so tired, and its so warm, and im too hurt to be mean.

2003-09-20T23:40:00.000-05:00

i wish wish wish
i wish upon this swedish fish

i dream dream dream
i dream under this clear swiveled stream

i lust lust lust
i yearn and fight to break out of this sugar spun fuss

and i love love love
i so eternally love the silvery stars so high above.

i love the night so much
its a graceful bruise
i love to touch

i love the moon so hard
i grabbed it and held on tight
and it broke in my body, left lovely shards

i love the stars so far
those clean mean things
theyre in me now too, and left beautiful scars

i know i can never lose my voice
cause the nights a part of me
we love each other till we bleed, ive made such a beautiful choice.

2003-09-20T23:32:00.000-05:00

all his wishes are snapple can openers
elf truth
little star shiners
isicle booths
fiery ice
and warm cake
gangster mice
freezing lakes.
hes got the promises that make your head swim
that turn it sideways
distract and twist it from within.

the kind that make you dream of
beautiful lakes
the kind that the moon dances on
where little embers of silver love
are scattered on the serene water
in some little night kissed cove.
the water so cold
its chilled fire in your veins
a hard thumping in your chest
shaky alertness in your brain.

the ones that you go to
on a night like this.
of all the haunts in your town
this is the ghost you miss.

the air cold and biting
the water so dark and inviting.
a submissive blanket you can drop in.
sink in. fall in. the kind that catch you. make you swim.

and you look up
see all the beautiful stars,
glowing eyes,
and you wonder if theyre seen,
over alien skies.

you wonder about the planets revolving around them.
you wonder if under another moon
an alien wondered too, as she went for a thankful swim.

2003-09-20T14:37:00.000-05:00

clouds float, sloppy scoops
of cold ice cream
fairie blood and pixie dream

sun burns, perfect, graceful, serene
kisses the faces of restless girls
the parts of the visages not masked by retro minoltas or strawberry curls

drifting in anger colored cotton candy, spinning hazily in blue peppermint air
it all hangs, so easily suspended
easily broken, scars in the sky not easily mended

2003-09-20T12:01:00.000-05:00

weeirrddd dream

in heather's kitchen
i play with melting crayons
she and her mother bake.
the doorbell rings.
they dissapear.
i answer it.
its a pregnant woman
and
she doesnt know how
to get the fluids her doctor gave her
out of a sack of blue goo.
i reach in to extract it,
and
get sucked in.

come out into a theater.
its the last day
before christmas break
and theres a party.
the pregnant woman is here
blond, drinking, smoking.
and they tell us the parties over.
we have to get out now.
so we slowly file out of the theater.
the woman
goes back in.
shes left her purse.
the giant steel doors close,
lock,
and shes trapped in there
until school starts again.
there are no other doors
no windows
no food
no water
i yell why does a theater inside a building need to be locked?!
they ignore me, call maintenance
warn them
about the body.
and they laugh about the last time this happened.

im at nocca before class
people seem to know me.
their faces are shadows
i cant recognize.
someone grabs my shoulder.

im in a dollar store with my mother.
she says theres an emergency
shes comparison shopping for maracas.
i steal some tinsel for her
and she eats it
with ranch dressing
on the grimy streaked floor.

its after the movie
all the watchers
who clapped so loudly
seconds before
are gone
except for one.
the theater is empty
except for the man
hiding behind the rows of seats
and a shadow on the screen
slowly approaching him.
the man pulls out a musket
and aims at his attacker
cant shoot.
he stands paralyzed
until an elf sets his coat on fire.
he runs flails screams
right into his opponent.
they both tumble.
woven thatch falls onto them
and the attacker is killed.

im in the cafeteria at school.
its raining so hard
and girls are falling in muddy ditches outside.
pareesa genny and i are in line for food.
the lunch lady screams at us
for not eating enough tomatoes
and defiles ps lovely hamburger with them
then pours beans onto her cookies.
p doesnt care.
we sit at a table
genny gets a straw
i ask pareesa what engineering is
she laughs
and tells me its just a fancy word
for dream analysis.

2003-09-19T23:02:00.000-05:00

its a 9:30 purple cloud sky.
mars spins in the distance
watching over us,
an absentee guardian,
leaving faster than thoughts travel
from one young fickle fancy fickle girl to another.
i roll tumble turn wobble in the slippery green
throwing myself against the ground.
water and grass shroud me
save me from the sterility
of life. the giant sanitizer.
i get dirtier, spinning flying twisting driving
i scratch hair, roll into and over
the soft bodies around me.
still, lay panting, spinning above, humming below
its a galaxy afire with life,
were caught in the throes.
i rise and greet the universe
arms outstretched, i wanna grab the light
tear it rip it twist it black to match the candy night.
finished with the earth,
i move onto the ocean of sky hanging so precariously overhead.
everythigns dripping, a waterier might, moons got cataracts, loosing her sight,
if it crashed, it would smother, a blanket of lead.
what a lovely way to go.
night is when i wake
when my body beats thrums throbs wires
so filled with kinetic energy
if i dont move i fear my soul will set fire.
i spin spin spin spin spin
till my breath catches and my feet falter.
the earth is my tether
the thing holding me back from swimming in the milky waves
moon like a light house stars like lost ships.
and i spin more, feet caught in the rhthym, mind caught in the dance.
i crash down,
a falling star,
in love with the purple black blurriness.
laying, absorbed in eternity, my head still spins sweetly
and the sky skips like a scratched cd.
its all throbbing turning churning
around one point
the steady beat of that thing in my chest. the erratic violent heart in me.

my eyes stick on opening,
curl up when shut,
im tired and caught up in the damn rhyming,
maybe ill stop spewing shit and shut the fuck up.

2003-09-19T15:25:00.000-05:00

heart drowning in sweet mud
so dirty, so wet. shadow black dove
the fingers stretch to fit the glove
and the darkness drips, from above.

wind blows from the east, skitters over my cold bed,
scuttles into my hot head.
they say no rest for the weary, right? well im tired as a ghost.
i steam as the degrees rise. i think i hate you most.

the world melts around me
the ice cage i love slowly defrosts
water streaks down the panes of glass fluidly
i feel found and i feel lost.

get the urge to inflict pain.
gonna scrape my knees, feel a sting.
scratch, ache, bruise, rain.
then im going to get free, cut out, drop under. im gonna cut your wings.

2003-09-18T19:17:00.000-05:00

pixie lust

dreams leak from sleep shrouded ears
swirling and sparkling
and smelling like heart shaped bruises.
they wind and weave through the stars
as if the sky were a game of pin ball
and they want to make the bumpers shine.
dirty boys, filthy in their ideals, in their dark eyes
twist their sheets. scrunch their beds
to match their curvy tumultuous heads.
the girls who dream of cold fire
and blacker sun, cotton candy, and twisted fun
sleep hard.
pass out.
theyre tired of feeling gravity's relentless tug.
of knowing lower isnt good enough.
their dreams fume, from exhausted metal heads.
they are cars run too long, their engines are temporarily dead.
the thick drape of the sky
hangs heavily over the countrysides,
sticky and sweet
chocolate death.
it flows thinner, smokier, hoarser over the light polluted
writhing cities.
and it swirls like ocean over the meadows it loves.
where the grass is as green as heart break
and the trees stand guard over the would be pixies
who lie alone
among the rustling tussling
of their woodland siblings.
the faerie kissers who wish for magic so hard
they can feel the yearning in their bones.
who see love in wet eyes, cold skies
like to wear the night like lipstick, love more to be alone.
those who get lost in the sharp onyx eternity
hanging so desperately far above.
the ones who see in it all the incandescant shadows
the luminous souls, the ill fated love.
other worlds
not as dirty and sullied
as the ones theyre tied to in bonds of flesh and thorn.
the wingless birds dream of darker places
where the sun isnt so bright
where the moon isnt imprisoned
and the disease of day is forever killed by night.

2003-09-18T15:39:00.000-05:00

snorkle is one of the funniest words in the english anguage

snorkle *snort* *hysterics*

2003-09-18T15:24:00.000-05:00

heart drips
mind slips
youve got sticky ink stained lips

maybe its my soul melting
but i liked it icy, electric, jolting
you rumble, im made of fire, jagged, and bolting

my eyes leak down onto my tongue
when you touch, animals inflate in my lungs
they scurry. youre the song i havent sung

i hate it, so i flaunt flirt tease
i want to bring you to your knees
but dont you fucking say please

i run and hide in the night
i steal the moon, dance in her light
youll find it hard to sleep tonight

2003-09-17T21:27:00.000-05:00

this is a revision of past shit, hopefully more understandable, maybe itll really express what im trying to, i dont even know what the hel it is but fuck you i hate it and i love that i hate it and its mine

i miss my voice

i used to be a little kid, armed with words, making lego fortresses
that would tear you down the page
now im so mixed up,
confused, the suck
i cant even manage rage

you used to make my soul glow

all i can produce is maudlin shit, whiny hurt things
i used to make metaphors
"i want to steal your heart
replace my irises with it"
my soul is such a whore

maybe you still do, too pissed off to know

you crawled inside of me, im addicted now
so silent, wickedly
i miss your smile
i hate your touch
stay one more second here with me?

would you just fucking go

i dont fucking want to change
but it feels so good, when your fingers brush my skin
i want to bite you
make you not so sweet
make you thick with sin

youre as cute as pert little toes

i wanna yell, wanna shout
i wanna make you mean
so that i don't melt
so irreversibly from your touch
i dont like this stupid soupy heart, i like me

your eyes are chocolate snow

i wanted sexy, hated sweet
immature, superficial
youre not, youre soul shines
you hurt my heart
youre so fucking special

i want to drink them till i pass out, till i cant feel this, till you dont know

i miss my rhythm, i dont see how i could have you
and keep myself. icarus,
fly too close
fucking get burned
you wiped the dust from my heart, maybe i wanted to let it rust

you pull me down, i like it when you bring me low

this is so frustrating
im the sun, youre the sea
so fucking calm
so fuckign cool
im afraid if i fall into you, ill be put out, lose me

i cant lose myself, i wont, no

youre so green and cold
i gotta burn gotta shine
you flow easy
you sparkle hard
my hearts in shards, i so badly want you to be mine

how are we going to manage, stupid boy? weve gotten trapped in each other, can you go faster? cause i wont fucking slow

it sucks i know i knoowww it sucks leave me alone

2003-09-17T14:34:00.000-05:00

okay so i kinda gave this to genny, im still a blog ho and update what i wahnt

"stars dripping,
watered condensation bubbles
on the glass of the sky.
the moon is melting ice
i want to drink the night.
feel it as it hits my stomach.
all galaxies and comets.
bubbles and shards.
jagged and shiny down my throat.
pointy constellations pierce,
go down so hard, scraping the flesh from my neck.
its a cold pain, it makes me smile."

2003-09-16T21:01:00.000-05:00

"You from New York,
You are so relevant.
You reduce me to cosmic tears.

Luminous moreso than most anyone.
Unapologetically alive.
Knot in my stomach,
And lump in my throat.

I love you when you dance,
When you freestyle in trance,
So pure, such an expression.

Supposed former infatuation junkie.
I sink three pointers,
And you wax poetically."

"Please be the jerk of my knee i've fit you always
You finish my sentences I think I love you
What is your name again no matter i'm guessing your thoughts again correctly and I love the way
You press my buttons so much sometimes I could strangle you"

alanis morissette=uberujm, but ugh could i get over the fuckign maudlin stuff

2003-09-16T16:29:00.000-05:00

stupid poems to come, i reeeeally need to start paying attention in chem

Nemesis

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2003-09-15T15:59:00.000-05:00

oh honey the way you flow,
so slow and sweet,
like sultry snow
that pounds through my veins,
puts the soul in my glow

when you arent near
i get weird, miss your smell
when you dissapear
i get jumpy, i crave your rush
youre my sugar, baby, i miss you, dear

2003-09-13T00:04:00.000-05:00

skin glows
flesh shows
curled under the black fluid sky
the points of lights where the needles pierced
the inky liquid seas, where the blood lies
the dark wet night, the fire light
hazey souls shining bright
faces crease, the wind swirls
hearts bounce, little girls twirl
billie holiday on the radio
the empress of china and the duke of milan
waltz in the sugary soft sweet snow

2003-09-11T17:32:00.000-05:00

part of this wrote itself in my dream

your eyes taste like battery acid
hard ginger snaps
hot warm hair
sharp bottle caps

i feel slick
i feel rough

im swimming in silk shoes
cold panes
lippy news
glass rains

i feel sick
you taste tough

voices shout metals
you scream green
i whisper rivers
your hands touch my knees

let me sink let me cry

you are soul and thunder
her face rips off, i felt him falling under
my skin peels, you make me raw
you ate the moon, you cut my legs with an awkward saw

let me down let me die

spines break, souls ache
my knees fold. i am cold.
glassy eyed so surprised

when you enter from the east
busted dreams, burn the seams
no i dont hate you, not in the least
break through the sky on this blue cloud dark winter night

hiding so softly under sin thin skin

i shake my head
i touch your legs
i made this potion from the greenish bits of your soul
i poke your nose, sip the dregs

then i eat the sky
curl up and lie
i throw the candy that you bought
with your ink stained heart shaped eyes
i kiss your knuckles
throw up and die
i get so motion sick when i fly

i hate you so much tonight

i stomp my feet
throw my tea
glare and seeth
lick my teeth
pull you down
and underneath

samba by, sparkly friends
when they tango, lets pretend.
i will never let you end.

we have slashed, warm, lightning red mornings
dark blurry stormings
my soul shines without warning
i can see the clouds are forming

under heavy blankets, in dark eyes
down the lengths of my thighs
broken doll, empty stall
i start to like it when i fall

youre my champagne kissed moonshine wonderwall

you piss me off
when you stare, its a lie, i dont care
i tangle up inside my hair

i laugh and hide in your hands
faeries steal my magic wand
theyve got mary sleeping in her wicker cradle
let me show you, ive got cable

the ground makes me jumpy
youre teeth make me bite
i want to sleep in your bed tonight

now i wish i were anorexic
so i could feel a different kind of hunger
so i could itch in my own skin
so you could scratch me
with those half moon studded fingers
with your candy coated eyes
your green skin, ive grown so fond of i despise

your hair is chocolate sweet
do you like my feet so neat
youre swimming eyes are liquid heat
i dont know if i miss you
or love you
i dont know if i want to

thanks, you turned my brains to mush
my crystal poems into cereal
now i ramble scramble kill the candle
youve twirled my mind around your fork
youre sleeping in my head
i dont know if i want you there
or if i want you dead

2003-09-03T15:29:00.000-05:00

i have nothing to say toodayy :-). everything isnt good or bad, just is. and is damn funny. :-P because nothings extremely eh1!! or extremely ewww!! ill just state an axiom. my ass=the hotsex pixie sticks

2003-08-31T21:03:00.000-05:00

*sigh* weekend *dies* okay so i get home from school and find out that i have twenty minutes to pack all my shit before we have to leave so its pack pack get bitched at pack pack and ugh. heheheh we get to the airport and were in line to get our stuff searched when i realize oh yeah i have two knives, a pair of scissors, a lighter, and a can of mace with me and there is a portly security guard lady eyeing me with distaste as if waiting for me to give her the slightest reason to order me one fresh squeezed home fried cavity search. so i make the mad dash to the trash can dump my contraband besides the lighter and run back. damn the man. cavity search be damned im not tossing my lighter. its too pretty too trash. so we get through security without giving them a reason to send us to *shudder* The Room and we have two hours to kill. why my bitchy mother makes us arrive at three when the flight leaves at five is beyond me, we go to the book store, I NEVER LEAVE THE GODDAMN STORE. my mother for some reason CANNOT find me in THE GODDAMNED STORE I FUCKING WAS ALL ALONG so shes runnign throughout the airport fuckign looking for me when she finds me yells at me forever and doesnt seem to realize I NEVER FUCKING LEFT THE STORE. GRRRRRR. >.< the rest of the trip goes okay but were in the fuckign rental car five minutes and suddenly were lost in downtown san antonio and my mom wont fuckign stop for directions. its 11 o clock dark crowded congested neither of us have been here before we dont know where in hell the damn fuckign hotel is and i realize my mother is fuckign too fucked up to deal with. so i start giggling and cant stop which of course unleashes the wrath of the beast and warrants a few wary looks from the napping homeless on the park benches next to the street we had parked in the middle of. well, does it count as parked if youve been stopped at a light for the past fifteen minutes the lights been green forever youre screaming at your teenage daughter and the car is turned off? i think so. we get to the hotel finally without her having an anuerysm. my mom turns into such a lovely submissive mannersome person when we travel. *steams* we check in, pass out, she wakes me at seven the next morning and informs me that i have to get my ass out of bed now and go say hello to the grandparents. :-/. wow, theyve been married 50 years. couldnt we have just sent them a card. were all related so of course were all tense so my mom aunt nancy and i slipped out to go shopping. the riverwalk was fuckign amazing. it was liek a busy street with lots of shops on either side and people on the sidewalk but the road type thing was a river and there were boats instead of cars. it was fuckign beautiful, like three miles of this great scenery and a fuckign kick ass mall, you can fit like fifteen of the mall of las in it. we shop, go back to the hotel, pass out, shower, and have to go out to eat. ew i had to wear a skirt :-( but the place we went had kick ass burgers so whatever, nancy and i left them to it and sneak off to the harley store where we lust over the bike in the window and are disgusted by how much the prices are jacked up then we wander down the river walk and buy flashy stuff. we got back to the hotel and we all tried to meet back up in the lobby. it was like uncle scott, nancy, duane, my grandma, grandpa, my mom, and me and im not sure more than two of us where ever in the same place at once, we all kept tryign to find each other but getting disoriented in the wedding party or just fuckign lost in the hotel. we all finally meet up after three screaming matches, someone passing out, three trips to the bar, one trip down a flight of stairs, and my grandmother insisting that she fuckign escort me up the elevator twice. one, i can fuckign ride an elevator without incident, thanks, and two i was going upstairs to get away from you. but i was the good granddaughter and let her be a overbearing controlling wench, "stand up straight, young lady!! then youll have good posture for when you need a bra." "im sure one day the boys will be all over you. youll bloom eventually. hmm, probably. well you arent disgusting. its alright, honey, ill teach you to cook" *smacks forehead* i finally escape and retreat back to nancys room where i get to watch tomb raider, which=the sex. go to bed, wake up at fuckign ass crack of dawn again, and have to be with the damn fuckign family more. duane wouldnt stop cacklign, grandmother woudlnt stop screamign at everyone, nancy was quickly morphing into grandmother, scott WOULD NOT stop taking pictures, grand father couldnt find his knife, i hid in the bathroom, and my mom became an ex exsmoker. finally we all just drug our asses to starbucks where they werent any better but i got a damn frappacino :-). we tried to pick up the car from the garage where we left it, the half wit operating the gate couldnt seem to operate the gate, and scott got a few lovely pictures of the lady dropping the gate on the hood of the car, my mother cursing like a sailor, and my hands over my face. we get to the airport finally get on the damn plane and make it to dallas. in dallas we have a fuckign three hour layover, our flight gets changed to a new plane because the old one fuckign LOST AN ENGINE, and my mom got a manicure. we get on the plane, wait on the tarmac for an hour where the power shuts off, the lights go out, a baby screams bloody murder, until we find out oh hey the flights been cancelled because of weather and we all have to get the hell off the plane now, we get off and haul ass to the ticket counter to make the next flight, weve got an hour wait, i retreat to the bookstore where i figure hey i can catch up on my reading ive only got like four hundred pages of the newest harry potter left over from the last layover and im done with the book. i cant fuckign reach it. a whole fuckign team of six foot tall volleyball players laughs at me and i trip over a stack of news papers. get on the next flight which is THE PLANE THAT THE ENGINE FELL OUT OF, wait an hour for them to take out some of the fuel cause were overweight, finally get in air and weve got the flight attendant from hell. he apparently recieves 1400 pieces of email regarding airline humor a week and decided to share it all with us. joy. but were back, ive got a whistle necklace, and subway, so its all good in the hood.

2003-08-27T21:17:00.000-05:00

different parts of my brain are exploding and crackling and moving in new ways like fireworks and its so beautiful and so hard and so lovely. im imploding and i love it.

2003-08-27T21:14:00.000-05:00

you know that kids in the hall sketch where theyre all in a typing pool. and theres a little odometer on the back of their heads and they get really excited because someones typing odometer thing rolls over. i feel like that. im in the process of rollign over and its awesome. like im just too full. so full of thoughts and love and emotions and songs and feelings and memories and convictions and ideals and opinions and morals and idiosynchrasies that im overloaded, all my emotion receptors are full, so theyre just going through and deleting all the stuff that doesnt make me happy. so all im left with are the good thigns, the things so good i cant think about them without crying, everything i love, everything me, you, everything. it deleted the hate and left me with the love and im so happy i just cant stop crying.

2003-08-27T20:25:00.000-05:00

i just started thinking about how much i love everything and started crying uncontrollably. *sob* i love crying! i love moodswings! *sad happy face*

2003-08-27T20:22:00.000-05:00

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i love life! i love music! i love love! i love being loved! i love my friends! i love me! i love you!!! i love loving things!!!!!!!!

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2003-08-27T15:31:00.000-05:00

while waiting for the bus to come, its always late-

jessie-wheres your mom
me-...at work, why
jessie-because shes hot
me-no, your moms hot, baby!!
jessie-damn straight
me-*hysterics*

2003-08-26T18:53:00.000-05:00

"I wear this crown of thorns
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way"

so beautiful. johnny cash's version makes me cry.

2003-08-26T15:52:00.000-05:00

she scribbled haphazardly on the back of a bud light wrapper. it was left here by her baptist mother. so was she. her fierce gush of words had come quickly and intensly. she had written so hard and so intently that her handwriting had left inprints on the table cloth and the pristine white linen was now scarred with ravines of greasy ink, from where she had angrily willed her pen to work, or scratched absentmindedly, waiting for inspiration to come.

the ribbon of thought slowly came to a halt. she paused, dropped her abused pen, traced absentmindedly in the condensation that had collected on her forgotten dr. pepper, and looked around the bustling restaurant.

her eyes flickered, flit from person to person, object to object. she didnt seem to belong in this white linen seafoam green accented world, this realm of polo shirts, khaki pants, and bloody mary marked mornings. she pulled at her sleek dark clothes as the rattling reverberations of a xylophone seeped throughout the restaurant like a disease.

she sank back into her self, slumped in her straight backed chair, shielded herself from view with a curtain of hair, a wall of silence, an air of unapproachability. hunched over her writing. intent, she seemed to want to perfectally capture her heart in this prose, rhythm, verse. she seemed to want to pour her heart into it, so that she could save it, protect it, keep it from going ignored by this thriving cess pool of monday night football watching saturday morning soccer kid minivan driving stock bond k mart martha stewart egyptian 350 thread count towel hamburger helper eating leeching suburbanites.

she scowled at the people around her, the mass of consumers consuming, took a surly swig of the bud, and sighed heavily, as if to say "being superior is such a burden."

i got bored in chem

2003-08-25T15:15:00.000-05:00

i-

hm...

2003-08-23T09:29:00.000-05:00

im sick!! :-( and my conditioner feels like nacho cheese

2003-08-23T09:09:00.000-05:00

blue glitter streaked down my stomach, hard beating in my chest
pupils dialated, legs rocking, itchy shoulders, i need rest
my eyes close, stick, genny kicks my tired head
"youll feel like shit if you go to sleep now, wait till later" she has the comfiest bed.
my hands float, im not sure if i control them anymore
i watch as a stranger moves my body, i shake i yell i scream out "WHORE"
the lights flash, the people move
i jump i kick i slam the groove
into the floor, i pound my feet
then i lean against maggie, fall into a jagged sleep
"we should go to ihop, later" someone shouts
"its sticky" i say a good three minutes after i sent the directive to my mouth
tired sighs, tired lies, tired thighs, tired whys
but hes got the loveliest tired eyes
i dont know whats happening
my breaths too fast
in a sleepy warm hug, i fall, i crash.

2003-08-18T21:16:00.000-05:00

i wanna drive a painted ice cream truck
i would sell bottle caps and teary luck
eat all the ice cream
breed baby doves
sell purple toe rings
peddle my love
sleep under the stars with my ink spearmint dreams
dance in the mountains, rip the horizons seams

give away pocket copies of the constitution
little troll dolls of stout resolution
cherry blow pops shaped like hearts
sad plastic oversized lawn darts

ill spin under the arizona blood clouds
cause the skys are so stretchy they taste just like glue
cause my hands are so lonely im itching to scratch you

id bring you to the land of cotton candy lies
of peppermint pies
where girls have glittering neal diamonds sparkling in their eyes

id lay you down in the red phoenix dust
teach you of soul, teach you of lust
lay you down in the rust colorado dirt
make you cry, make you hurt

in the clouds, in the water in the desert sigh
lick your heart, make you mine
in brown rivulets of earth
trace your fame
draw you in the sky
the stars know your name

2003-08-16T20:30:00.000-05:00

diet barqs smells like oranges.

sarahs surprrrise party!! fun fun fun. we had pizza, and milk. XD heather buys this milk that def=the sex, played pool, did karaoke, and rolled around in the back yard. fun, grass, cartwheels, hot, sweaty, swings, green, bugs, itchy ground, brown trees, sun glowing through the clouds like a bruise, air, running. rolling, sky earth sky earth sky earth sky earth heather bam ow. she had a pole that i got to spppiinnnn arounnnndd much fun, spinning but with like half the work. showered thrice today
:-) so tired. *crashes*. my mom got like 50 candles, they smell like taylor, yum. i think if my second toe ever gets longer than my big toe then ill friek out, get really sad, and chop it off.

2003-08-14T21:08:00.000-05:00

one day i'm just going to murder zack, and youre going to be like, "who murdered zack?" and i'm just going to be sitting in the back of the room like, "IT WAS ME! MEEEEE!"

2003-08-14T21:05:00.000-05:00

brs most wanted9: talky talky...no more talky
ismelllikeglass: tmgnkliyhn 45ifu
brs most wanted9: forehead?
ismelllikeglass: my keyboard fingers are angry at you
brs most wanted9: oh
brs most wanted9: what did i do?
ismelllikeglass: jj cbljsfv
brs most wanted9: they are just jealous, im sure
ismelllikeglass: ya didnt spcik the lurp
brs most wanted9: oh......ok

2003-08-14T21:03:00.000-05:00

after all the fuckign drama its much fun to have a conversation that can be held up by emoticons

ismelllikeglass: :-P
brs most wanted9: ;)
brs most wanted9: whats up?
ismelllikeglass: no stupid boy!
ismelllikeglass: its ;-)
brs most wanted9: ;)
brs most wanted9: there
ismelllikeglass: *schhhmackle*
ismelllikeglass: :-)
ismelllikeglass: zackalacka! whats happenin cracka
brs most wanted9: nothing much.....how about you?
ismelllikeglass: :-)
ismelllikeglass: vjhbj5hb4gvng
ismelllikeglass: i type with my forehead sometimes
ismelllikeglass: it makes me want to go oooooooolla
ismelllikeglass: :-)
ismelllikeglass: i said oooooola bitch!!
ismelllikeglass: whatcha gonna do about it son!?
brs most wanted9: uh..........
brs most wanted9: nothing?
ismelllikeglass: ....
ismelllikeglass: BASTARD
ismelllikeglass: ;-)
ismelllikeglass: my calculator doesnt like me
ismelllikeglass: :-(
ismelllikeglass: :-)
brs most wanted9: :(
brs most wanted9: can you read this?
brs most wanted9: h/o
ismelllikeglass: what?!
brs most wanted9: hahhaha
ismelllikeglass: ahhaahhahahahahahh
ismelllikeglass: ahhahahahahahahah
ismelllikeglass: i just peed a little!!
ismelllikeglass: hahahahahahahahaah
ismelllikeglass: joking!!
ismelllikeglass: hahahahhahahahahahaha
brs most wanted9: are you ok?
ismelllikeglass: ahahahahahahahahaha
ismelllikeglass: why wouldnt i be ok?
brs most wanted9: are you about to die or something?
ismelllikeglass: im not okay?!
ismelllikeglass: whats wrogn with me~?
brs most wanted9: no, your not
ismelllikeglass: i have cancer!?!?
brs most wanted9: you're
brs most wanted9: ...yes....cancer of the ass
brs most wanted9: they will have to do a transplant to save you
ismelllikeglass: call one eight hundred diesel driving MY ASS emy!!
brs most wanted9: i shall be the donor
ismelllikeglass: hahahhaha
ismelllikeglass: somethign ahppened to my ass~?~?
ismelllikeglass: thats okay, it sinsured (that was sposed to be insured)
brs most wanted9: censored?
brs most wanted9: ****
ismelllikeglass: :-)
brs most wanted9: yay back to normal
ismelllikeglass: ?!
brs most wanted9: normal font
ismelllikeglass: my ass is okay?!
ismelllikeglass: okay great
ismelllikeglass: i have a wrist
ismelllikeglass: WRIST
brs most wanted9: what do you do with your wrist?
ismelllikeglass: i go annnnnnnooooooooo
brs most wanted9: hahahaahah
ismelllikeglass: eep!!
ismelllikeglass: livejournals are talky

ismelllikeglass: and im bored and in a scarring mood
ismelllikeglass: dance like disco: oh my god
dance like disco: in the bathroom
dance like disco: these girls were talking to each other
entered text: about how thier tampons wouldnt go in?
dance like disco: and one of them was like "yeah, and so i smelled my underwear the other day, and i realized my vaginal fluid smells like burger king's chicken sandwiches!"

brs most wanted9: my computer wont let me go there:(
ismelllikeglass: hehehehheheheheheh
brs most wanted9: thank you sarah for that refreshing and uplifting information!
brs most wanted9: i want some goldfish
ismelllikeglass: hahahahahahahah ANY TIME, ME AHMAYGOO
ismelllikeglass: :-)
ismelllikeglass: thats crakcer for friend
brs most wanted9: oh amigo
brs most wanted9: Oooooooooooooooooooh
brs most wanted9: i get it now
ismelllikeglass: hahahahahhaahahha
brs most wanted9: yay
ismelllikeglass: thats a lot of OS!
ismelllikeglass: wanna show her my o face, like ooo oooo ooo
ismelllikeglass: do you missy elliot
brs most wanted9: doesnt she have a song about being a bitch?
ismelllikeglass: thats queen latifah
brs most wanted9: oh:(
brs most wanted9: so stupid so stupid so stupid
brs most wanted9: *hits head on wall*
brs most wanted9: ow
ismelllikeglass: i like shoes
ismelllikeglass: :-)
brs most wanted9: i dont! we shouldnt wear shoes at all!
ismelllikeglass: i like the eyebrows
ismelllikeglass: why not?!!?!?!
brs most wanted9: there are no eyebrows
ismelllikeglass: ....
ismelllikeglass: where are my eyebrows!?!?!?!?!
brs most wanted9: on the smily face?
ismelllikeglass: *runs around in circles*
ismelllikeglass: NO!!
ismelllikeglass: on the arbys overn mit
brs most wanted9: they fell out from the kemotherapy
brs most wanted9: he doesnt have ears eitehr
brs most wanted9: or a nose i dont think
ismelllikeglass: hahahahahah i dont have ears?!?!!? ahhh!!!!
brs most wanted9: he missing a lot of stuff, if you konw what i mean
brs most wanted9: ;)
ismelllikeglass: hahahahahahahhahahah!!!
ismelllikeglass: and you would now that....how, zack?
ismelllikeglass: *gasp* sexual relations with the arbys oven mit!?!? zack. you naughty naughty boy.
brs most wanted9: the mit is pregnant....i dont know what to do
ismelllikeglass: ...you know what you have to do. you have to marry it zack.
brs most wanted9: but im only 15!
ismelllikeglass: call the mitten minister! strike up the band! cue the mittens guests!!
ismelllikeglass: if youre old enough to get it pregnant youre old enough to marry it!!
ismelllikeglass: what you want it supporting all those poor little baby mittens by itself?!?!
ismelllikeglass: IT DOESNT HAVE ANY EARS!!!!
brs most wanted9: oh jesus!
brs most wanted9: my baby dont have no ears!
ismelllikeglass: hahahahahahhahaha
ismelllikeglass: haahahahahahahahhahahah
ismelllikeglass: you know what you have to do
ismelllikeglass: ear transplantds
brs most wanted9: damn...first i give away part of my ass, now my ears....what will they want next?
ismelllikeglass: why youre fingers of course
brs most wanted9: i need those!
brs most wanted9: to uh....
brs most wanted9: play..guitar.
ismelllikeglass: ahahahahahahah ahem and things that shall be left unsaid
ismelllikeglass: well actually...if youre marryign a mitten...
brs most wanted9: ....you are sick!
ismelllikeglass: ahahahahah!!!
ismelllikeglass: youre the one who brought up the finger usgae mr perv!!!
ismelllikeglass: PERV!!
ismelllikeglass: BIGAMIST PERV
brs most wanted9: ismelllikeglass: why youre fingers of course
brs most wanted9: you are the one who brought it up, im afraid
ismelllikeglass: your the one who fucked the mitte
ismelllikeglass: n
ismelllikeglass: ;-)
ismelllikeglass: hehehheh mitten fucker.
ismelllikeglass: glove humper.
ismelllikeglass: scarf bonker
brs most wanted9: *cries*
ismelllikeglass: ahhahaha
ismelllikeglass: ya schwinged a hand covering that works at arbys!!
ismelllikeglass: say somethign cracka!!
brs most wanted9: :)
brs most wanted9: there
ismelllikeglass: :-)
brs most wanted9: yay

jw bkhdsiuhgviohb latd,lkfnv

trred :-)

2003-08-14T15:21:00.000-05:00

i cant hear very well when i yawn. *goes deaf*

2003-08-14T15:20:00.000-05:00

welcome to sarahs new post, also known as sarahs pissed and going to bitch cause shes had the day from the satans dead uncle bobs asshole. it was horrible. it sucked. i screamed, i bitched, i started my period, i cried, i fell down the stairs, i got my hair caught in a door, i stepped in mud, all that good horrible day stuff. im bitching because im fuckign allowed to after the day ive fuckign had. XP. chronologically. woke up feeling like a giant whale made completely of blubber, and for once wasnt happy about it. i fell asleep on the couch, almost missed my bus, had a stupid dream, skinned my knee, fell asleep in chem class, kinda fell out of my chair in chem class, found out i have to perform a monologue in four days, then andrew told me that now genny was sharing lockers with us. i wouldnt have had a fuckign problem with it if he had fucking asked. he didnt. ASS. i hate him. *hits andrew with a hammer* at lunch i realized i had fuckign been on my period all morning, i got my hair caught in the bathroom door, i slammed my head into the bathroom door trying to remove said hair, i fell down the stairs in the courtyard, i ran up three flights of stairs to get my algebra 2 book, found out i left it at home, got bitched at by mrs fuckign white, had a quiz on the mother fuckign alma mater in english, we discussed the story i forgot to read, i fell down the fucking stairs again trying to catch my bus, i stepped in a giant mud puddle, and my mom just bitched at me for smiling at her. i need some fuckign chocolate. or to be alone for fucking five seconds. or to rip out somebodys ribcage and wear it as a hat. growl.

2003-08-13T15:56:00.000-05:00

brent misspelled vagina in an away message. theres a boy named hoffus toucan in my algebra 2 class. he likes to sleep. tristan grabbed pareesas ass. my mom thought i got kidnapped. apparently i look like im twelve. stupid boy wanted to give me a pencil. drama boys chipper. heathers stalking a freshie. my bus decided to play hide and seek. it won. ive had a weird week.

2003-08-11T19:40:00.000-05:00

i love slipping myself in under bustling tables, hiding from chaos around, retreating into my thoughts, there but not, present but absent, curling myself around the feet of the people above, im getting all the conversation without havign to fake the smiles the laughs the reactions, i clench my eyes until it all blurs into murmuring, the sound swirling around my head as i lightly pet a penny loafer, as i lay my head next to a stilleto and bandaid clad foot, as my eyes become level with a pair of mens ankles, crossed, swathed in blue argyle socks, snugged into worn boat shoes, i panic, thinking he could make a sudden movement, at which point his foot would be inside of my eye socket, then i force myself into a state of tense relaxation, sticking my finger into the flame, wonderign what having an eye put out would feel like, i flinch, i blink, i turn onto my other side, miss my position, my stomach aches, i clunk onto my back, tracing patterns on the splintery wood undersurface of the table piled with food above me, i am sleepy, i have to pee, i am sad, i am alone

2003-08-11T17:37:00.000-05:00

know whats really sexy the unhurt eye on a face with a black eye just like theres this negative space drawing your attention away from it and its got this perfectally imperfect symmetry and its just like serene and in contrast the fine eyes beautifuller and better and im really tired. after a colon youre supposed to space twice: :-P.

2003-08-11T15:46:00.000-05:00

subcitizen000: this is just an uber shitty situation
subcitizen000: said captain obvious, with conviction

unk. woke up at 5 did crosswords bus came got on it went. school happened. blurred. lots of stuff. theres a junior in my english 2 class named aqua. :-). bus ride home was fucked. im tired and have lots of lovely food. i love me, im either tired or hyper. THATS FUN. :-).

2003-08-10T16:50:00.000-05:00

my underwear was made in bangladesh

2003-08-10T16:25:00.000-05:00

i like muffelattas. a latta. hehehe yum. damn good. :-)

2003-08-10T14:59:00.000-05:00

fuck censoring myself, no one fuckign reads this fuckign thing fucking anyway, so fuck it, fuckers. :-). theres that thing happening between those people. damn habits. okay so maybe ill censor myself a wittle :-). im kinda frieking im so happy its happening but its kinda sad. cause yay they were a cute couple, albeit sickening, and will be a cute couple again, and i know he really likes her and wont be a bastard. *glare* not if he wants to stay attached to his nuts *menacing look* *sharpens knife* *glares at the boy who knows hes being glared at* ahem. and she likes him a lot too, i believe. strongly. kinda. but then the other him well be very hurt and get all moody as he does and hes really nice and its like you have to pick sides among your friends and all this shit is happening and while it is fun to watch and meddle in it, it, well, sucks. and i know its hard for her and it hurts to watch and it just sucks and rocks at the same time. :-/ hopefully ive masked it enough to where i can ramble like an idiot about it, as i do, and not be maimed by her. fuck masking it i dont give a fuck, its kinda trivial but sopmeones gonna get hurt :-( *hears whip crack again* eep. well its the most interesting thing going on right now, im basically ignoring that thing thats hapening tomorow, and bleh, fuck it! im going to go cover my books, moofoos!
:-) this is zevvy signin of, with her sexy saucy naughty self to go to better things than amuse you! if you exists. cause no one fuckign reads this. actually, that would be a yay. so bye nonexistant you, i heart your gray buckets.

2003-08-10T01:24:00.000-05:00

Bondage movie! You're into BSDM (Bondage &
Discipline, Dominance & Submission) and chances
are, you're fond of whips, chains, harnesses,
and tight leather outfits. You like to mix a
little pain with a LOT of pleasure, baby!

What kind of porno would you star in?
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Evil lurkes beneath your skin...but you already
knew that, didn't you? A mastermind at
trickery, and ready to dupe those fools who
dare come near you, your friends are few, but
you know they'll be there for you. If they
ever have someone that needs..."taking
care of", they know your number.

A different quiz, what strange type of person are you?
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your eyes show anger

which eye are you?
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:-) surprise

groggy. is that how you spell it? that's a fun word to spell.

2003-08-10T00:20:00.000-05:00

You are Beauty.

You are beautiful, whether it be on the inside, the
outside, or both. People are drawn to you as
strongly as you are drawn to the beauty in the
world around you.

What Emotion Are You?
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:-) yay. i know i promised not to do this anymore, but no one reads anyway, so screw you.

Goddess of the Night. Beautiful yet a strange
darkness and sadness lurk about you.

What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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You are Pyrokinetic!

What's Your Magic Power?
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******:-)******

2003-08-09T21:01:00.000-05:00

vidiotbagelblond: i think i'm falling for brent
vidiotbagelblond: *falls*
vidiotbagelblond: yeah
vidiotbagelblond: yay!
ismelllikeglass: falling in lust or falling in love
vidiotbagelblond: lust
vidiotbagelblond: definitley lust

vidiotbagelblond: so i exed it
vidiotbagelblond: sorry
ismelllikeglass: what was he saying that made you so lusty
vidiotbagelblond: i have been lusty
vidiotbagelblond: for like the last week

you drama queen

vidiotbagelblond: and i really wanna make out with him
vidiotbagelblond: cuz of his tongue ring

heather. youre a dirty, dirty kitty. ;-)