I miss swinging on swings with gray sand ( Read more... )

I left some space for concrete details, or maybe some sort of colloquial written synopsis of the day but less and less that's my style and I'm a sporadic writer when it comes to a journal, you know? [edit: these above lines were written after everything else]

Shards of a guillotine. Her guillotine ( Read more... )

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Dear Salamander,
The world is constantly getting weirder ( Read more... )

Statement of the year, issued 1/13/07:
My life is an ongoing art project.

Just hung up the miniature disco ball in my room.
I don't like the guest my grandfather currently has over, kind of ruins my hostess mood, y'know?
With each day, each "A little over that way," seizures of bright colors, aesthetic lamentations and lusts ( Read more... )

Breaks granted from school mean relapsing into teeth-brushing addictions.
And developing newfound compulsions with eyebrow plucking. And facial cleansing.
Behold hygiene.

I'm tickled pink by ( Read more... )

The first hour of 2007 is coming to a close ( Read more... )

Ooh what if we could write telegrams and every other word would have to be followed by "Stop"
Something a little like
"Hey.Stop.Francis.Stop.How.Stop.did.Stop.your.Stop.mother.Stop.like.Stop.the.Stop.tea.Stop.I.Stop.sent.Stop.over.Stop."
Something about the staccato rhythm makes me tingle. You'd definitely choose your words more carefully. And if ( Read more... )

In a bulletin entitled: 'for christmas i want'

"I would like: the truth ( Read more... )

I thought of fudge pancakes ( Read more... )