can't write without music. can't write at a work desk loaded with papers and crap. can't write at a call centre knowing that the next call will have me gnawing at my lip again (it will). i'm buying a monitor tomorrow. then the net at home ( Read more... )

skin. bound together by something like white binding clips, which sit at the top of the furrowed fold at the tip. the shape of the organism is an unhealthy, bloated sack - a spherical mass which has relaxed and crumpled from the pressure of weight. the peach bag of flesh is filled with what would appear to be a thick soup, spotted through with ( Read more... )

because every morning ( Read more... )

i'm reading other people's journals. lord knows why. i guess i paid a bit of money too. value-adding. just wondering why you might want to grandstand about what's meant to be an inhibition. depression and all. there's a fantastic amount of people, some of them not so young at all, who go on about these things a little more than they should ( Read more... )

they don't write about Satan ( Read more... )

i'm not, you must see, in the habit of using other people's content to fill my own space up. but please, let me just this once, because what i found is hilarious - this is the best thing i've read on this whole LiveJournal thing thus far:

"5:19pm: BE YOURSELF!
As you go on in this world…
Always believe in your dreams.
Keep looking forward to the ( Read more... )

buy a bjork suit! sit under the table and act cute. find those little floaty fairy white furry things in the air and CATCH ONE!!! whisper to people. watch amelie. write a story about a doll. it's YOUR day!


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oceans of apple detergent in which to wash meat ( Read more... )

to all randomly apparent, unknowledgeable young floozies and headstrong young bangers of the wrong key with pink dirthubs!:

consider.

where walks the tired Heracles when quest is over? does Hades start to seem, once one is enshrined in bejeweled Olympus as no other man, as though it might actually be a welcoming prospect? does boredom creep like ( Read more... )

he kept her on a tight leash & pulled back when it felt right to. the minx was young and he made her be this and that - what it was he wanted. called the number at whim. he made her feel good at times, made her feel herself at times and spread these out to keep her on the straight-and-narrow. said she wanted a jacket. priceless. kept his wallet in ( Read more... )