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Friday, 06 March 2009

  • time-capsule

    QUE
    45 or a 4 or 5 year old child.
    Not sure if it's just one, but thinking there's more.
    Yes, wants to read a story, not the newspaper. A child. F or Five years old. Initials QUE. Half of a C. Cloister, or Hospital? History, or frequent death over a period of time.
    F. Fire? Flue? When is the flue most contagious? February. Last month. Here now.
    You're in a box. A box, four eyes.
    Ever wonder what's written under peoples tables?
    Remember what we did, then, or even what's going on now? We'll solve the pig theory because we're thinkers. A smart generation of thinkers that has a lot to say. We elaborate on the finest of things in life. Appreciating it every step of the way. Feel creation.
    Some people just can't. They don't have the ability or common sense in which to do it. They cannot do it. Let's get freaky now. Artsy now.

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

  • the heads in the crowd


    Everyone's feet are pointing towards each other. That girl bummed a cigg from another girl for a dollar. There talking about it now. So pretty. It's loud & a bit cold, but the traffic's distracting so I don't mind much.
    Others are on phones. There's swearing, and ashes. I like when I zone out & write like this. She does, too. & others. It's sweet, so lick your lips; it's sweet like candy.
    Smells like the city. Different air; but you barely notice.
    I knew there was a reason for that. Crackle, pop. Some don't look their age. Crisp hair. I kinda like it shabby & messy. Everyone's really loud. They don't know how loud they're being, but they're being loud, and I know it. It's weird having everyone in one place. Lots of people at once. A gathering, so to speak. Do peoples personalities change, too? Maybe as they get older? Thumbs are moving everywhere. Everyones perfectly confident. Are they really? Vanity-check; make sure you look good.
    People throwing themselves into a chaos.
    What a great night.

Saturday, 07 February 2009

  • < 3

    Ever think about what your kids might be like? All the stories you'll be able to tell them. That's what it's all about, right? Making and creating memories? I think friends are wonderful. I love all of my friends right now. Just hanging out, doing whatever. Doing nothing at all. Car rides are a blast with good music & other people. It's starting to look more like a tattoo. I feel like I'm talking to myself, so this is a journal-entry? That's what you do in journals, right? Like you're talking to yourself. A bit weird, but it's kinda nice. Makes it seem deep.
    The Bride Of Frankenstein; movie from the grave, old school, random playing of classic horror movies. Good stuff
    Eat your chips, but eat the broken one's first.
    Sleepover's are the best.

Thursday, 05 February 2009

  • santa paula


    No contractions...yeah right. We all have our alternate worlds. It is like we're on another level of life where we are more close & know eachother so much more. Does that make sense? It does. Like you are narrorating everything you are doing. I know a lot about my dad and realize that I actually know him well & how much he's done in my life/impacted me. The rat is trying to run, Britney is singing from the laptop & there is poptarts & shoes & some vegetables & an elephant on the floor. On my radar, on my radar. It is never quite as it seems.
    The mouse will start up again, I just know it. Biting the bars, grasping for something--aimeless running around it's cage of it's life. [Fail.] Everybody else is doing it, so why cannot we? You are so pretty the way you are. You litte shit.
    There he goes again. Told you he would he is the one that killed the rest; they would be all nice & happy if it was not for him. Snakes. Why are you standing. Oh, you felt like standing; you just answered as I was thinking. That is weird, a weird coincidence. It is the right temperature because the windows open. It is winter & there is snow on the ground. I do not like the cold, but I do care for the humid, either. 6 more weeks until Spring, I think. Right? I think it is weird how we balance our heads, what about you? Fail.
    Princess you're time is up. Remember Aladdin?
    The room like it's fucking decorated. It's beautiful & perfect.

    I spy with my little eye.

Friday, 30 January 2009

  • i have to drive.


    You never actually realize & understand how much you follow the guid-lines when you're driving until you think about it. The right is white & the yellow on the middle-left; don't hit the pot-hole, but don't cross the line--kiss the side of the on-coming car is no fun. The kind of kissing that isn't fun. Like with the old man in the porn store with my friends & other creepers--I think he was known by name, and that's just disgusting. The city's one-way streets are frustrating like math, or rocket-science and I shake and yell and my hands get sweaty. Although it doesn't help when city-drivers yell when I'm within the wrong lines. Simmer down, we'll all arrive by the movement of progress to our destination within due time.
    The yellow and white; I don't want to kiss.
    I'm sorry and scream it.
    Kiss it.

Thursday, 29 January 2009

  • Currently
    eMOTIVe
    By A Perfect Circle
    Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums
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    Don't you love when you think you can't remember things from your childhood, and then you think of it & remember how fun & neat it was & how fun it is to share?
    -I remember when I was younger--not exactly sure what age--I would go to the house of someone my father knew. They had 2 horses & I loved horses, always have & still do. The lady and I would go riding around the country-roads, and do some of the stable-work. I love farms and the farm-work. Always have & still do.
    -I miss my horse Carolina;[I hope she's still alive.]
    Those 2 winters with her, & working summers at the stable were some of the best times for me.
    My escape. My time to think & get away and do something  I love.
    It's an art on how to properly clean a stall, ya know?
     I loved it & I believe my mother enjoyed it, too.
    Transfering a truckful of saw-dust. A clever saw-dust shoot.
    Iwantahorseagain. Iwantafarm. Iwantyou. :]. < 3.

Friday, 23 January 2009

  • Currently
    Hairstyles of the Damned (Punk Planet Books)
    By Joe Meno
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    I love airports; the people there are classy & well-dressed, for the most part. Stylish & have money to their name. High-heeled shoes--shoes tell it all--with designer bags. Sip on wine. They're so sophisticated with their glasses & books & high-tech gadgets. But what language is in their head? Where do you think they're going? And what for?
    Business-men that wear nice, expensive suites and have laptops that could probably fit inside of a shoe-box.
    -I bet they watch porn on them; their dirty fingers typing nasty words. Drink a beer or two. I wonder what their jobs could be. Is it hard? I assume they get paid well.
    Hustle & bustle--everyone has somewhere to go. Some place to be; schedules.

    -We finally board a bit before eight. Buckle-up. Taxi-around. Runway...take-off...left side emergency compartments fly open and oxygen masks fall into peoples faces. Panic in some, confusion in others--this could cause a delay & make us late for our next flight. We hope not.
    Ten minutes or so passes by until we're informed that we're landing in Miami.
    -We all were in transit; rushing to the bathrooms.
    Boarded a different plane. Pretty much the same, though. We had little touch-screens on the back of the seat in front of us. You could choose a television episode, a movie, play games, and even create your own music playlist--that's what I did on the first plane. The second one my screen didn't work right, so I just put on my ipod, had salad for supper, and slept on & off sitting up. Finally landed in Chile & were pushed by time, so father & I ran to our next flight to Cordoba, Argentina which was our destination. Short flight--the Andes mountains are beautiful from flight; especially the snow-covered ones. Immigration--we made it! Met up with our host-group and we were off again. It was about an hour & a half van ride, but I slept most of it. Bumps, dirt-roads & a few palm-trees here & there.
    The place we're staying at is beautiful. Half outside-like. I've been taking pictures along the way, so far and I like how they're turning out. This place is surrounded by sun-flower fields; absolutely gorgeous, and the summer-breeze is so luxurious.
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tuesday, 13 January 2009


  • We all stood to our feet & funneled to the door. You were behind me, but slowly I turned in the doorway & there were your eyes; wide with fear as you grabbed for the door-frame & froze on the spot. "You all right?", I question.
    Nose to the right--nose to the left; that's all your body allowed you to do. No words; eyes fixed forward. "No, you're not okay?"
    I reach out & as I do your knee's buckle underneath yourself, and you fall to a kneel in my arms as your eyes roll back & over your head. Dry heave. You're back. You're okay.
    Here, drink this water.

Monday, 12 January 2009

  • Currently
    The Other Side of the Mirror
    By Stevie Nicks
    Alice
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    Gypsy:83



    You'll never be able to look yourself in the eyes; you're forced to look at your pupil with the opposite eye.
    Go try- it's not a lie.
    It got further & further the closer we got to it. Getting pushed away in the wake of every step;
    blue outlined.


    7/19/08-Location; Delaware.
    [It's like one of those places that's comfortable, but only because you don't move to find a more cozy one.
    Because the closest distance between two objects is a straight line. And you care but you do not.
    The sink reminded me of a goat & a little boy was trying to open the door & said "Hello."
    I was the stranger, but so was he. This is becoming something, yet nothing at all; I guess some would agree to disagree. Maybe? So, paint your face on & secure it fastened. It is time to go & live without a course headed for remorse. :].


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