September 2010
random people are likin' mah blog
and it’s pretty freakin’ cool.
you know you went to ______ when
- you feel confident with no make up on other than dark red lipstick
-you paint everything gold
- you think the core to life is pain
- you wish you could just paint all day
- you tend to socialize more than you do homework
- you make art when you procrastinate
- you could write all day
- you find people fascinating, though feel you think more than them
- you have a new thought each hour...
huh
Somehow I survived today.
slowly obsessing.
Classical Records - Department...
lima beans
so frustrated and so frustrated some more. i vent until i am asleep and my hair looks like medusa’s. my vision is blurred with sand and hot colors. i have emotions i don’t understand, feelings that i am numb to with incomprehension. i wish i could not see, could not hear, or could not remember. something to change the now, the starless, brightened, sleepless now. i remember too...
goal for this month:
use “placated” in a sentence.
Bones Are Tired - She Keeps Bees
(me right now)
vendting
i am tired of raising robot boys to be men. being robot is a choice, just as you choose salad dressing, and the types of food you eat. you are healthy if you choose fruit and produce, things found in nature. not plastic. never plastic. but robots choose what is natural to them, manmade, doctored versions of what is pure. they choose to live in a fake world, eventually surrounded by so much...
cold pizza
Well that was an awful day. I knew Tuesdays and Thursdays we going to suck, but I didn’t realize I had no time on Wednesdays either. There I was, sitting in the lobby with my roommate, contemplating whether I was too tired to eat or too hungry to sleep, which to do first if I could bring myself to do either, when another Acting major yells “Hey, you going to the theatre?”
I stared back at him...
forbidden fruit
my mind’s core curls in, poisoning, corrupting.
my veins tangle and twist, turning on and off at their will.
i tasted it before i knew what it was; before it was untouchable. now it’s memory throbs throughout me, and i am a child again, ignorant of any world outside of my previous.
the rashes are reminders of the flavor, of the appeal.
it is an ever sting, one that will last at...
Mimizan - Beirut (you can tell within the first 2...
potroast
i keep running into pot holes, tripping again and again. thinking they are pretty, filled with a glorious spring, not dirty water as usual. i try to avoid them but then swirve when I see the sky reflected upon their surface; all my dreams, the ability to soar advertised on their smooth top. so i stumble into them, wrecking my shins and offsetting my soul. they are not deep, nor perfectly...
fried rice
weird day hay day. i wanna play and not fray. always stressing, now working. de-perky-ing. i wanna chill and spend money, and have someone to call my honey. my memory has been reduced to a fly’s; only one that too well remembers goodbyes. i want cereal and to forget, everyone on which my heart at somepoint’s been set. weird memories flash and blind me, of things behind me, and...
acorn caps continued.
sweet dreams august. i have tiny flower petals in my hair. i can’t decide if i like more the feeling of it wet with cleanliness, or earth in it.
i love how weird i am compared to everyone else. i think it’s because i am oddly sane.
i got to change someone today. we both felt it. it was incredible.
i love those moments when you can feel words changing someone. it feels like the...
