the beauty is the beast, & everything else is just filler

[engulfed]

if you can see me? i'm not doing my job

[psychoanalysis eat your heart out, because no one else willblank slate with big ideas. blank stare fucks up, fires real bullet, all credibility gone. where will you hang your hat, where will you hang yourself, oh where oh where has my little dog gone hint: don't look in the freezer. it's cold in there.

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[nightmareteeth]

sometimes the staples feel good and keep the stitches in, but that's only needed if you've split your head in pieces in the first place
technology has destroyed natural selection

there's a creationist arguement of "if we came from monkeys than why are there still monkeys" and some thesis writing human shot back with "if babies came from adults than why are there still adults"
and i wonder if the word 'adult' is really just a shortened version of a DULL with some lisp T that never came removed

people can't read anymore, it's why they can't comment
unless you whore yourself out with pictures for compliment and harassment
then you won't get much

any time i write anything worth reading i usually end up erasing it
the internet is my electrical outlet to let out
and i know you know by now that everyone's in survival mode and seeking satisfaction and maybe masochistic critique, but we're all here on ego anyway.

i like your ego. it makes me feel like i'm crazy and you're crazy and both are just perfect for feeling a little bit less

[engulfed]

i wish people lisped t's all over the place, it would make decoding conversations a lot more fun

livejournal is basically my way of convincing myself i can still put words together because i am still not sure if i HAVE split my head in pieces yet. or how i would tell. it would probably make a mess, but for all i know i don't have blood

& yeah it's a good thing we HAVE egos i get the feeling most people have had the ego beaten out of them by now
fools

[kuiskaus]

you want comments but dont want comments, is that it?

I thought you liked random, like your rapid fire gangster moll one liners.

ahem:
so like, you were trying to capture you and your band's soul via photograpy and some one shooed you. by some dumpsters. what's the big deal officer/authority figure? well missy, you owe the universe big time.

and then, you have your own way of deciding the probability of you taking off and 'being someone'. which makes you outrageously frustrated because it hasnt happened like you want.

that's what I got.

[kuiskaus]

oh oh and you have huge expectations for your notoriety/fame/siege/recognition. which pisses you off when you have to be pissed around on by the man and then by all the clambering to get there.

WHERE'S THE OVERNIGHT SUCCESS??!!!

oh lady, you're going to have to white knuckle it for awhile.

[engulfed]

oh i do want comments, you know, validate the old ego & all that [well that & lately all i get is a bunch of trolls typing in alternating caps, which is like a plate full of yawns & no fork]
though i think you're reading a leeetle too much into the last paragraph. overnight success is kind of the easter bunny here, i'm just pissed because i have this seemingly invincible writer's block going on. ughhhh

[ninjastyle]

oMG WHuT R U tALKinG AboUT!!11!!!!1

i'll validate your ego. *leer*

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[vomiting]

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GUESS WHAT i ran out of valium and am very upset about it. The doll hospital won't give me any more because they are mean to me. So I am drinking vitamin juice

goal; get back to 38kg
goal; leave this country
goal; return to this country [wiser/smug] and spit on all of my relatives

[engulfed]

frightfully rude. if i wasn't overcome with massive quantities of fear & loathing every time i entered a hospital i'd be there demanding buckets of tranquilizers myself. especially because i somehow managed to run out of money, AGAIN, today, in a pattern that is profoundly uninteresting because, well, what am i supposed to do without MONEY.

my goals are too preposterous & camera-shy to even mention here. plus i can't leave the country for another five fucking years, i'm tearing my hair out as i want to go to berlin once i'm done with school. leaves me three years of turning into industriously flaky american furniture. i predict an army of yawns.

[ok: goal 1: type "yawn" enough that i don't have to sleep any more, ever]