Jun 302004
 

gone. last night’s drink wears today’s sleepy eyes and pulsating brain. i was busy jumping planets, an ecstatic loie fuller, a bright-eyed starry girl.

bat your eyes girl, be other worldly, count your blessings, seduce a stranger, what’s so wrong with being happy, kudos to those who see through sickness
incubus

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under fake plastic stars that glow in the dark. she’s chanting and bobbing… letting the bass seep in and the drumbeat pound deep. a gorgeous taste of primitive…shirtless and tight.

Jun 282004
 

stealing sky. it’s been bluer than you even. it’s been sharp and smoothe. sometimes i catch myself not breathing, then suck air in, snaps me back to here…

i see the roller coaster and magical carousel. shiny horse eyes, long flowing manes, colorful music beckoning to come, sit, and stay. i know that circle. i’ve been up and down. i know those curves and blank eyes that never really see going round and round…

foul and furious

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Jun 282004
 

and what a surprise it is to you folk, isn’t it?!! 😛
blame it on: damn. i’m too pissy to even make a list…

aah, the hell with it.

i should have had the rest of that pint of ben&jerry’s for breakfast…
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ran a little over 12 miles on saturday. took a long walk on sunday. will hit the gym today. might have ice cream for lunch.
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God. where are all the sane and clear thinking folk? i’ve got to be on the wrong damned planet…
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ps. no movie this weekend.
like i said, i’m freakin’ pissy, so i chose to stay away from people.

Jun 252004
 

a good toad or a bad toad? and don’t lie to me, it’ll only take one kiss to find out…
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looking forward to the weekend. i’ve been saying, for a while now, that i’ll catch a flick and never manage to…well, it might just happen this time. Dodgeball is showing at a local theatre. i’ve seen the trailer and it looks hilarious. i think everyone can relate to that time in their youth, back when you wore long tube socks with colored stripes pulled up (in vain) to your kneecaps and tight shorts with the white piping (tacky as hell!) i freakin’ hated dodgeball. we used to call it murder ball. there’s something a little off when the gym teacher encourages kids to lob a ball as hard as they can in hopes of nailing someone in the head. the boys were tough but the girls…well, they were ruthless. that red rubber ball hurt! but hey, i was one of those girls who LIKED the square-dancing section of gym class, how dorky!

hence my method of playing Murder/Dodgeball: blend in with the folk on the sideline that were hit and out of the game, look non-chalant, and hope that 45 minutes flew like lunch period.

anyhow, the bottom line is i need to laugh. laugh. laugh. and laugh some more. i may even purchase a bottle of wine and make myself a nice pasta dinner.
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Jun 242004
 

is supremely sucking about now. and what is the reason for all of this? it all always dwindles down to 3 things…

money
power
sex

he who has the money, has the ability to buy the power. he who has the power gets all of the sex he wants.

keep the poor penniless and guessing. weigh him down with problems like feeding the family, paying the bills, and wondering how he’ll pay for the kid’s college education, dental bills etc etc. buy him a ticket into the everloving rat race to kill his spirit and dignity. take his last fucken dollar to fund:

-your campaign
-your coke habit
-your hooker
-your gold-rimmed toilet.

wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up. wake-up

planet Earth.