Days are getting shorter. Coming back to charlotte I was worried things would be awful, and they have been. But some thing's make my day so much better like Virginiaslim Superslims 120's, doug. e screaming "baby, on board." at some guy who almost side-swiped us, taco bell/ long john silvers, how perfect, thinking about me being a MILF,my space messages asking me to go to rollerskate prom, razorblade outfits and BBguns, my tits are a C cup (ghost boobs ooh we hardly knew ye), ugg boots, nip tuck, hamburger helper heavily sprinkled with doritos, captain america popsicles, playing chess in the park, smoking two joints with astrid haven (\m/), joel smoking newports, me taking a road trip this weekend, figuring it all out, nirvana 'you know you're right' lyrics, which i won't bother to type.
I am fucking fabulous, you were right.
You can tell from the scar on my arm, and the cracks in my heart, and the stains on my skirt, and the blisters on my lips that I'm not the carefullest of girls. You can tell from the glass on the floor and the strings that are breaking and I keep on breaking more, and it looks like I am shaking but it's just the temperature but then again if it were any colder I could disengage, if I were any older I would act my age, but I don't think you'd believe me. It's not the way I'm meant to be. You can tell from the state of my room, that he let me go too soon, and the pills that I ate came a couple years too late, and I've got some issues to work through. There I go again pretending to be you, make-believing that I have a soul beneath the surface, trying to convince you it was accidentally on purpose.
I am not so serious this passion is a plagerism. I might join your century but only on a rare occasion. I was taken out before the labor pains set in and now behold the worlds worst accident. You can tell by the red in my eyes, and the bruises on my thighs, and the knots in my hair, and the bathtub full of flies, that I'm not right now at all. There I go again pretending that i'll fall. Don't call the doctors, they've seen it all before, they'll say just let her crash and burn, she'll learn. The attention just encourages her. I dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this, so I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest. I was too precarious removed as a caesarian, behold the worlds worst accident.
I shot Andy Warhol.
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WHAT DOES THIS COMMENT MEAN.
baby??????
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I agree, the beach+sublime is VERY curing/soothing.
come soon
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What is your screen name (are you ever online?)?
November 4 2005, 03:52:49 UTC 6 years ago
'fictioning'
Mostly once everyday.