Do you ever think that life is a cycle of conquering and acquiescing? 
Master-slave dialectic, never-ending.
I mean.
I never intend to hurt anyone.  I doubt most people do.
We just thoughtlessly flail our arms and bruise anyone who happens to be standing near enough. 

My baby is dead. 
R.I.P. Mel
May 2, 2008
(with Thunder, also RIP)


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Meth.  Coke.  Blow.  Rocks. 
Sinister shorthand for the chemicals that have invaded my sister's life. 
I am warring between compassion and anger.  How did she get here?

It's time for my parents to get out of denial.

Um, I wish I had an underwater camera!  

Hell Week is almost over.  Yes, I still have 5-10 pages left to write for my human trafficking research paper.  Yes, a rough draft of my novel for French is coming up soon.  Yes, there is still my media log and research paper for Mexican-American politics.  Yes, I am broke as hell and considering taking a second job ( Read more... )

Dear the Powers-that-Be,

You have GOT to be kidding me.  Fuck you.

Sincerely,
Bethany.

"Law school."

Two words.  My plan.  My crutch.  Sure, a political science degree (and a minor in French, to boot) is impractical.  But hey guys, it's OK - I've always got LAW SCHOOL!  Caps lock.  Law. School.  Law.  LAW.  Order.  Marble.  Article.  Title.  Law.  School.  Big flashy imposing smart sounding guarantee to gainful employment.  Take that ( Read more... )

So I decided I wanted a little healthy glow, you know?  It's warming up, I bare my legs a lot and in case you haven't noticed my flesh  is naturally of the glow-in-the-dark variety.  I don't want skin cancer so I decided to try sunless tanning ( Read more... )

I have a secret.
It burns with a soft lightning beauty.

I don't know how to write about it yet.

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