The Silent Revolt of the Clothing, by beautiful, perfect, most honor-worthy Pamela Wegener

We are your clothes; pants, socks, and shirt
We do your abiding, yet we’re treated like dirt
Silent we’re born, and silent we’ll lie
Here in the grass and without us you’ll die.

I was looking at the old photo album of me as a little kid. And it didn't feel like me at all, just this rather charming noodle bouncing along. And so I thought, hey, I have the power to determine this little kid's future. And so here I am, controlling her future. Weird ( Read more... )

So I lied down in my room and phased out for another four hours, just like yesterday and the day before and up until the point where I actually had a nice attention span ( Read more... )

perfect. my plan has been working quite smoothly indeed. quiet smoooooothlyMWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAHAHHHAHA HUMANS, BRACE YOURSELF FOR DOWNFALLLLLLL, LIITTTLE CHILDRENNN WILLLL TASTE THE FIRERY WRAAA ( Read more... )

I was thinking of what to write for band times, but all I came up with was ( Read more... )

My ipod fell out of a tree.

AH HOW FREAKING INSPIRATIONAL.

I am a mere 15 year old named pam.
I am not made out of polythene.

And I would love to tell you of important things.
From shoes and ships and (cabbage kings?)
Fuck, I gotta look up that brilliant poem again.
You know the one?
From alice and wonderland?
The walrus and the carpenter?

Watch. Some day I will NOT have balls in my ears. Just wait ( Read more... )

All county made my butt flat, WOOO ( Read more... )

I really don't know what you can compare The Dark Side of the Moon to. Blasting that album with the Wizard of Oz, and listening to the lyrics, making the connections, really made me appreciate just how brilliant they are as musicians ( Read more... )