May 2011
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My mom called me "menstrual" today,
as apposed to being “mental”, I suppose. I feel like she is the one that is wacky today. She comes home, walks into my room, and starts questioning me in a shrill, almost-yelling voice “What’s wrong? What is it?”. Of course, in defense and from confusion I responded, “Nothing. What do mean ‘What’s wrong’?”. I literally don’t see...
April 2011
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My sleep pattern is so fucked this week.
Currently 4:54 am.
I’m going to sleep all weekend forever.
Tonight is my schools Mother-Daughter Fashion Show and I’m currently on my way now. I’m really just excited for all the food. I could care less about being one of the models or anything. Not that that’s not pretty cool. Maybe I’ll put up pictures tomorrow or so. LET’S HOPE I DON’T FALL AND BREAK MY FACE.
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Sunny Day, eh?: April 27, 2011
Passions twirling in the back seat. I remember the image well. Not reality. Image. I drive the deep ocean green machine And I’m only someone with jingles for fingernails. This isn’t my typical color, you know. Should have gone black, you know? Funny how even when I walk away The laugh echoes on, Reverberating persistently Almost like when something is said That shouldn’t be said Or a...
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The unruly grass in my backyard is gorgeous. There are a multitude of textures, colors, and topography that are eaten up by lawn mowers. Fuck the lawn mower; I like my grass just as it is. The thick patches dispersed provide comfort for a relaxing day in the sun. It is spring. The poppies have grown and are almost in full bloom. Once May hits, they are wide open and before you know it the petals...
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LOL 4 in the morning ahahahahahahahahahahaahahDJNKWQIJFKNDSEDSKJFSnifasfjdridfkjmmdvjgfj
meowmeowmeow I don’t fucking know anything senioritis should let me sleep but instead it keeps me up all night lololol who’da thunk, y’know?
BAM!
I have such random pictures on my computer.
I’m so out of it right now. Night!
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Sign of Spring #1
I’m trying to take a piss and I look at the wall next to me and low-and-behold there is an ant. Ants just love to flood into my house during the spring time, especially since it’s been raining like mad recently. (Even though, today was a gorgeous sunny day). Last spring, there were so many of them especially by the back door, in the kitchen, and in the upstairs bathroom. They were...
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Raja baby! YOU WON!
I’m very glad that she won, but I can’t help but wish that Manila could have won. I’ve grown to love her more and more recently. She has a campy elegance, immense amounts of creativity, and a great sense of humor. I can say that I’ve even grown to admire Alexis, maybe if not to the same extent. She may not have been as dynamic as Manila or edgy as...
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I feel like I start writing with some sort of idea. I spend the day brain-storming and collecting little things that I’d like to remember and record later on. This instance of sudden writing is not one of those moments. Let me just blurt out the first things that come to mind.
It’s painful for me to watch people wearing heels when they walk with their toes pointed out. I can tolerate...
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JESUS CHRIST!
My stomach is making the most annoying noises ever! It’s like a pack of whimpering dogs and purring cats and croaking frogs and I have no idea. A stomach should not be making these noises.
Also, it’s Easter today or something, right?
Right.
Buona Pasqua! Off to work! To save the day! Eat wheat pie and stay suppah fresh!
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Lip Biting: April 22, 2011
AH! There is blood everywhere! I can taste it, Hinted on my tongue. Wait. Maybe it’s just My dry lips and the way I’ve Been sucking at the bottom one. Biting incessantly at the skin, Tearing it further. Salivation brings stinging Sensations and further temptations Bring pain with each tug. This destruction turns you on.
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“So you see people eating it, and they look so happy! But I’m not that happy.”
– Gianna, on oatmeal. (via tssfreaksmeout)
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My 1000th Post: Featuring 100 Random Blurbs,...
I’m reading “The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka aloud to myself.
I thought the singer was a girl
I’m seven years old,
Dancing in the pouring rain.
(My supply of RuPaul’s Drag Race gifs is endless).
I close my eyes
hard
And all I see are silhouettes
Of magma.
“With him they buried the muzzle his teeth had kissed,
And truthfully wrote the Mother, ‘Tim died smiling’.”
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I’m reading “The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka aloud to myself. If I had children, I would totally read this to them instead of, like, Rainbow Fish. But I like Rainbow Fish… So maybe I’ll reconsider.
I bet the concept of a man turning into a cockroach and not really realizing how terrifying that is would go well with young children looking for a bed time story. I...
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WHY IS THIS SO FUN!? →
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Sometimes I forget that it’s three in the morning and that there won’t be any updates to the page I keep checking because it’s three in the morning and no one is very active at three in the morning the majority of the time.
Unless you’re me.
Then forget about it.
I’m fucking awesome.
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Primavera: April 20, 2011
Dusty pollen brushed over the landscape, Viewed through sore sinuses and eyes And lit by hazy skies. It feels thick, so thick, Yet remaining overhanging brisk remnants of frost persist. (If only for a while.) Buds of green sprout on every branch And a splash of white, of pink, finds comfort dispersed.
And there is love, So much love, Germinating in every moist crack and crevice of spring. So much...
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Hate Poetry to an Object: April 19, 2011
Hello, porous form. I am quite sad to inform You that you have a stench That thy stomach can not quench.
When I turn the water on I don’t notice much is wrong Until I turn and face you. There is much reason to rue!
Your presence is a nuisance As you hang from your make-shift noose. When I go to shave my armpits You jump from your perch and then run loose.
Once drenched in soapy water, Your...
kizsofdeath asked: If I were a blunt, would you smoke me?
Anonymous asked: you smoke marijuana?
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Queue Mission Impossible Theme Song
I enter the building, no one in sight, and sneak down a dark hallway. My five inch heel boots surprisingly don’t make a sound, neither do they impair my ability to move stealthily…
YES! I’ve found the precious painting of Sara K. Quin painted by the world renowned artist Gianna...
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DUDE! I'M RUNNING FUCKING ERRANDS!
Like, I usually sit on my ass all day but not today!
Pick up my school skirt from the cleaners.
Purchase a copy of Franz Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis”.
Go all the way up to my school just to pick up my painting that I left there (I’m coming for you, Sara Quin!).
Feed myself or something.
And maybe shower before I leave the house…
I have no life.
And it’s...
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You Realize: April 18, 2011
A tremor has moved the body And invigorated the mind. Hindsight might have seeped in As I proceed to plant little slaps On each cheek. Large grin and kicking shins, heals bouncing On the mattress. Do you know the feeling of flight filling a chest? To fight: To sleep; No more. Not worth one sustained heart to keep, I make a choice. Illuminating luminous illegitimacy And finding so much strength in...
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Demons in the Depths: April 17, 2011
Spiders, water, bubbles, streaming sunlight, bunches of soggy leaves. Feeling nothing. Barely human. Taking the little form to my shoulders, She laughs. She trusts me. I plunge into the water, not holding my breath yet not absent of breath at all, remaining just beneath the surface. The little legs kick at the sides of my neck; dead insects making swirling halos for the angel she’ll be. A...
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been in the car over four hours. entertain me? →
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A Storm: April 17, 2011
I’m in a jeep Screaming for thunder and lightning. Water pounds the wind shield. She drives with caution. I’m praying for more. I’m seven years old, Dancing in the pouring rain. Imaging myself as a goddess Controlling the weather Making music with crashing cymbals And rumbling percussions. There is so much power in me- I do not realize my size And I do not see just how...
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Leave me prompts for an Acrostic poem. →
Leave me either words, names, places, phrases, etc. and I’ll pick the one I like best to use.
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