I just chanced upon a book I think you wrote
no...it was your evil twin sister...its about your evil twin sister
you know
the one they dropped the house on.
I can not recommend this book enough,
if we were in class. I would make everyone read it
look for the book "wicked"
happy hunting
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
The silly things we do for love
I am in love with a drummer. He taught me the basics of drumming, showed me how to play pool, was the first boy to bring me home latter than 11:30, brought me bowling, smiled to me onstage while drumming, and makes me think of him everytime I hear a love song. I knew how many hearts were destended to be broken the moment I decided to love him.
Two.
His and mine.
I met him during his "All about lovin' you" phase. The soundtrack to his life consists of what song his band just happens to be practicing.
It's silly how I always had an inky little feeling that I would fall in love with a drummer. It's silly how I just happen to dislike lead singers. I find them quite egocentric. It's silly how after knowing him, I think the drummer as the most important figure in a band. They are the rhythm and soul of a band. He understands that music is soul. He isn't in a band to show off, he's in a band to drum his soul away.
And I love him for it.
Two.
His and mine.
I met him during his "All about lovin' you" phase. The soundtrack to his life consists of what song his band just happens to be practicing.
It's silly how I always had an inky little feeling that I would fall in love with a drummer. It's silly how I just happen to dislike lead singers. I find them quite egocentric. It's silly how after knowing him, I think the drummer as the most important figure in a band. They are the rhythm and soul of a band. He understands that music is soul. He isn't in a band to show off, he's in a band to drum his soul away.
And I love him for it.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Amid the rush of applying for new schools, my computer has died on me. It left me with a mocking look on it's screen as I pleaded for it not to leave me. I cried out like a man left in the middle of the desert. Damn laptops.
As for my wisdom teeth. I'm supposed to have them pulled out, but since I stopped thinking about being a dentist, I have risen to the land of the dentist shirkers. My wisdom teeth have grown sideways. They are now lying immersed in my gums. Does that mean that I have wisdom, but my wisdom isn't straight? What is straight wisdom then? Anyway, lucky for my wisdom teeth, the dentist gave me gory details about how he planned to cut open my gums and dig out my sideways-wisdom teeth. I gave him a sweet smile and said that I would have to talk to my grandpa about that. I told him that my grandpa had to burn incense to ask our ancestors their opinion. He gave me a sceptical look and told me I was lying. I'm going to set my ancestors out on him.
I think I'll keep my sideways-wisdom teeth no matter how sideways they are.
As for my wisdom teeth. I'm supposed to have them pulled out, but since I stopped thinking about being a dentist, I have risen to the land of the dentist shirkers. My wisdom teeth have grown sideways. They are now lying immersed in my gums. Does that mean that I have wisdom, but my wisdom isn't straight? What is straight wisdom then? Anyway, lucky for my wisdom teeth, the dentist gave me gory details about how he planned to cut open my gums and dig out my sideways-wisdom teeth. I gave him a sweet smile and said that I would have to talk to my grandpa about that. I told him that my grandpa had to burn incense to ask our ancestors their opinion. He gave me a sceptical look and told me I was lying. I'm going to set my ancestors out on him.
I think I'll keep my sideways-wisdom teeth no matter how sideways they are.
I did in fact have my wisdom removed
I remember speaking about kansas before the gas took effect...affect?
I was told I might have problems walking
my younger brother had his wisom removed before me
and he vomited in the dentist office
I drove home and rented a movie
the lost children
its strange the things you remember
I was eating tortilla chips while watching the movie
Im getting just a good look at the window of old age now
which is like peering around the bend while test driving a sports car you cant afford
this is my new hobby right now
its a confidence game
if you show up with the right car, dressed for the part, and act a certain way,
you can test drive anything
the last week alone I driven
mercedes, audis. porches
my real goal is to drive to a dealer ship in a car Im already test driving
I drove a ferrari and found them absolutly useless
I want to drive a Bentley next week.
I will go back to the porche dealer
he will see my porche
I will act important "time is money"
maybe use an accent
my british is excellent
then by weeks end I will settle this obession of mine and buy a toyota
I can say there is nothing redeeming in old age you handnt already found in youth
"Back at me Mums"
sounds better british
Im going to meet my deadlines from here, write, and help her knock down a fence
she is remodeling her back yard
in her backyard there is an apple tree
she wants take it out and I tell her not to
its been there since I was a kid
at night, rabbits come and eat the rotten apples
and her dog chases them out of the yard
its a little game
me mum picked the apples from the tree so they wouldnt fall and attract rabbits
she says she will make apple pie but she is too busy and the apples rot in a dish
I started throwing the apples back out into the yard
Im waiting for something now
I remember speaking about kansas before the gas took effect...affect?
I was told I might have problems walking
my younger brother had his wisom removed before me
and he vomited in the dentist office
I drove home and rented a movie
the lost children
its strange the things you remember
I was eating tortilla chips while watching the movie
Im getting just a good look at the window of old age now
which is like peering around the bend while test driving a sports car you cant afford
this is my new hobby right now
its a confidence game
if you show up with the right car, dressed for the part, and act a certain way,
you can test drive anything
the last week alone I driven
mercedes, audis. porches
my real goal is to drive to a dealer ship in a car Im already test driving
I drove a ferrari and found them absolutly useless
I want to drive a Bentley next week.
I will go back to the porche dealer
he will see my porche
I will act important "time is money"
maybe use an accent
my british is excellent
then by weeks end I will settle this obession of mine and buy a toyota
I can say there is nothing redeeming in old age you handnt already found in youth
"Back at me Mums"
sounds better british
Im going to meet my deadlines from here, write, and help her knock down a fence
she is remodeling her back yard
in her backyard there is an apple tree
she wants take it out and I tell her not to
its been there since I was a kid
at night, rabbits come and eat the rotten apples
and her dog chases them out of the yard
its a little game
me mum picked the apples from the tree so they wouldnt fall and attract rabbits
she says she will make apple pie but she is too busy and the apples rot in a dish
I started throwing the apples back out into the yard
Im waiting for something now
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
he worked on the first floor
he was one of the first people I met
I remember mistaking him for someone else
he had been there as long as furniture and dust
and I misread that for authority, clout, something
on the second floor were the writers
detatched, hethens, paid to make themselves into problems
so management could talk to their wives, stories of the impossibilty,
they were a bore without the daily whinings of writers,
not worth fucking, worth salsbury steak
when it happened the shelves in the cubicle nearly killed me
they didnt crash but lean towards me
he was a sports writer or a movie critic, one forgets
but when when took the stairs down to the first floor to see what had happened
we saw a man crushed by an elevator, spasms, throat gurgling,
he reached for his fake teeth, put them back in his mouth and died.
It was the man I mistaked for some one important
his name was Henry Miller.
we never stopped to think about what others thought after we saw
that man put in his teeth
he was one of the first people I met
I remember mistaking him for someone else
he had been there as long as furniture and dust
and I misread that for authority, clout, something
on the second floor were the writers
detatched, hethens, paid to make themselves into problems
so management could talk to their wives, stories of the impossibilty,
they were a bore without the daily whinings of writers,
not worth fucking, worth salsbury steak
when it happened the shelves in the cubicle nearly killed me
they didnt crash but lean towards me
he was a sports writer or a movie critic, one forgets
but when when took the stairs down to the first floor to see what had happened
we saw a man crushed by an elevator, spasms, throat gurgling,
he reached for his fake teeth, put them back in his mouth and died.
It was the man I mistaked for some one important
his name was Henry Miller.
we never stopped to think about what others thought after we saw
that man put in his teeth
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I'm sorry I let you down, but I was never the girl you thought I was. You say I've changed, perhaps. But I thought you understood. Changing is a part of who I am. You say I get confused who the real me is, when or when not I am playing pretend. All I can tell you is that behind every mask is me. Every mask is the real me. I once asked you whether or not you understand me. You gave me one of your know-it-all smiles and told me that I am a slate. All of me is exposed for the world to see. How could I not know you then? you asked. I knew then that you saw what you wanted to see, you believed what you wanted to believe.
I'm sorry I didn't shed a tear during our parting. You said that I've already changed to the point where I am an unfamiliar stranger. I said that I don't need a stranger as a friend.
The biggest mistake you made is believeing you figured me out.
Meredith Brooks once sang
I'm a bitch I'm a lover
I'm a child I'm a mother
I'm a sinner I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
you know you wouldn't want it any other way
I can assure you that I'm 95% child and 5% whatever i feel like.
I enjoy dreaming of all the ways I could sin and do only half of the things I dream.
I don't play the saint and I secretly wish I am a changling from hell.
Am I more a SG or a RBC?
I'm sorry I didn't shed a tear during our parting. You said that I've already changed to the point where I am an unfamiliar stranger. I said that I don't need a stranger as a friend.
The biggest mistake you made is believeing you figured me out.
Meredith Brooks once sang
I'm a bitch I'm a lover
I'm a child I'm a mother
I'm a sinner I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
you know you wouldn't want it any other way
I can assure you that I'm 95% child and 5% whatever i feel like.
I enjoy dreaming of all the ways I could sin and do only half of the things I dream.
I don't play the saint and I secretly wish I am a changling from hell.
Am I more a SG or a RBC?
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I think Im in love with a suicide girl
its not the first time though...
Suicide girls get old quickly
hence the suicide
My first sucide girl lived in the valley and
worked in a video store
she made movies, the kind you could only rent in her store
we made a movie together once
but she could'nt come to the final day of editing becuase
it was on fathers day
the editor and I broke into her apartment
actually I was let in by the landlord becuase he was a german artist
who understood that art waits for no one
my editor took a monster shit in her bathroom
while I found the movie and put it in a bag
later she gave me phone call
she knew I that I broke into her apartment not
becuase I stole our lovc child of a movie to be editied and finished
but becuase my editor stunk up her apartment with his shit
she was a suicide girl
S.G.
It was the worst movie I ever made becuase I thought it would be easy
its not the first time though...
Suicide girls get old quickly
hence the suicide
My first sucide girl lived in the valley and
worked in a video store
she made movies, the kind you could only rent in her store
we made a movie together once
but she could'nt come to the final day of editing becuase
it was on fathers day
the editor and I broke into her apartment
actually I was let in by the landlord becuase he was a german artist
who understood that art waits for no one
my editor took a monster shit in her bathroom
while I found the movie and put it in a bag
later she gave me phone call
she knew I that I broke into her apartment not
becuase I stole our lovc child of a movie to be editied and finished
but becuase my editor stunk up her apartment with his shit
she was a suicide girl
S.G.
It was the worst movie I ever made becuase I thought it would be easy
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I was wrong
once, I was an innocent little girl who thought that spaghetti was the kind of food that was impossible to get wrong..... I mean how can tomato sauce and noodles go wrong? But after two horrible experiences of lumpy noodles, over salty and acrid sauce, I bow down my defeated head and admit that spaghetti is, in fact, the kind of instable food that can go wrong. How can restaurants be hard -hearted enough to serve that kind of spaghetti?!?! My face strongly resembled the expression I had when I heard that "I'm a barbie girl... in a barbie world..." song.
once, I was an innocent little girl who thought that spaghetti was the kind of food that was impossible to get wrong..... I mean how can tomato sauce and noodles go wrong? But after two horrible experiences of lumpy noodles, over salty and acrid sauce, I bow down my defeated head and admit that spaghetti is, in fact, the kind of instable food that can go wrong. How can restaurants be hard -hearted enough to serve that kind of spaghetti?!?! My face strongly resembled the expression I had when I heard that "I'm a barbie girl... in a barbie world..." song.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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