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"For me to become purely myself, I would have to gouge all the money out of my body by the roots."

I saw one of those Physician's Formula ads for pressed-powder that's supposed to be good for your skin...whatever it is. The retro ads with stupid-looking girls (not women, never) who seem to think about appearance more than I do. Anyway, I was Exacto-Knifing up a storm (currently looking for pictures of supercute and/or delicious things) and I ( Read more... )

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Nothing hurts and everything is pretty.

I feel like a sad fertility goddess. My affection for the world is spilling over and it doesn't hurt and it is pretty.

Dredge dredge dredge up your past past past!

Whether you like it or not; when you should be sleeping. When the sun is in danger of rising. Going through a flash-bang-boom explosion-style life-playing-before-your-eyes.

Damn it. What about letting go?

I found this in my notebook. I wrote it last night, but I don't really remember. It's not-quite-a-poem. It's not good writing by any means, but I think it has revealing snips of illumination in it here and there ( Read more... )

The light, shuttling itself through rows of juice bottles. Mistaken lack of windows. The death of nails; the tips pure white in death. Cheeks drained of blood; pure white in death. Reminders of mortality get old. Getting old. Ancient; aged; dearly beloved; grateful dead ( Read more... )