Amanda was starting to feel very lonely in Frederick. All of her lovers were starting to come down with the flu and could only say three words at a time. And they had a strange obsession with jolly ranchers. Amanda just wanted a simple slurpee. JUST A DAMN SLURPEE PEOPLE... S L U R P E E. One Sunday, Amanda woke up and tripped over her shoes that ( Read more... )

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I tore away the flesh colored mask that I wore rigidly over my face. I wore it just to please you. I wore just to make you happy. But it didnt work. And now i am stuck holding the pieces of my mask...trying desperately to find myself again. Does anyone really know me?

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
(Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be)

I ripped out every last strand of hair
And threw it at the ground at your feet
I bit down every last nail
And spit them all in your face
I cried every last tear
And gave them to you in a plastic bottle
I shredded every last picture
And then laughed as I watch you burn
And now I am over you
Completely

I dipped my toes in chilled water as if I expected diamonds to drip away. I pulled back all the curtains covering my eyes, and found it led...nowhere. Dramatic endings to bad fights...neck clinching fights. And I am left in a half painted circle running my drenched fingers through yellows greens purples and pinks... all to make something I am ( Read more... )

What becomes of lost words? Words that are too smudged to be read off of a ripped napkin. Words lost in translations. Words that were too be written...and then that trusted pen ran out of ink. What becomes of lost words? What becomes of that OH so lovely girl... with the barbed wire holding together her lips, the girl who holds her hands between ( Read more... )