I used to have words. tons. they sput out of me in starts and squirts from a twisted garden hose. they sprayed onto paper, (salty, stressful legal pads in their electric urine yellow and soft, thin moleskines which quickly went from shelf to bra for years on end) they swayed like anchored boats in microsoft office and scraped around on the back of ( Read more... )

I need a reality check. Do this again?

"Leave me a comment anonymously with a question, thought, concern, anything. It could be to me, or to someone else on livejournal or to someone who doesn't even read/use LJ.. Just try and be honest to your feelings."

Hmm.
My heart is pure.
I know what you're thinking.
I know what I mean.

Excuse Me?
Nothing.

Why do you want to be on The Real World?
Because I want everyone to witness my youth.

Why?
Isn't it gorgeous?

So why are you here?
I want you to share my suffering.

You don't seem to be suffering.
I don't?

Why do you want to share your suffering?
By sharing it I will ( Read more... )

Something needs to happen. Something huge. The taking over of something, a building, a city, a country. We should all be armed and taking over small countries. Or rioting. Or no: an orgy. There should be an orgy.

All these people- we should close the doors and dim the lights and be naked together. We could start with all of us, K.C. and Jessica, go ( Read more... )

"Leave me a comment anonymously with a question, thought, concern, anything. It could be to me, or to someone else on livejournal or to someone who doesn't even read/use LJ.. Just try and be honest to your feelings."

Do it just like Sasha's. But make sure it is about me.  Make it elegeant and subtle enough that I don't burst into tears or come back ( Read more... )

Only friends can see this.