My Hair!!!!! Goodness, I've never felt so happy! (though this will fade come morning when the slave and whips meet again to dance the new day to doom.) I put the ionic japanese straightener in my hair. I was so overwhelmed at the salon. I almost cried. I smiled so hard. genuine, bashful, "I can't believe this is happening to me!" kinda' smiles. ( Read more... )

everything that bleeds turns to water. everything that burns is turned to ash. everything that simmers is made to falter. the crestfallen wave upon the ocean black. life is measured by the soil of spring harboring the hope for new and living things. summer fades like a tear-stained face lead to water. the evenness of fall will season us again ( Read more... )

There is a fire clamboring up the mountainside. A vulcan arrow whistles through December. Wormwood runs with water beneath a cumulous sea. If I could be your lure, I would be your lyre. If I could be your mistress, I would be your invalid tongue ( Read more... )

I'm spent. I've lost the finer art of hard work. what is purpose without a sense of past fulfillment? It is empty. something isn't right here. I don't feel like talking to anyone anymore. conversation is critically acclaimed. I've been shaking all day. can't stop. watched underworld for the first time since I bought it. kate beckingsale looks like ( Read more... )

one emetic verse of poetry...
she screamed with fire buried in her breath
singing unsure fingertips on flaxen hair
a nimbus extols the febrile flame
prostrate maiden burned in effigy...

one emetic verse of a song...murderer! murderer ( Read more... )

everyone should read this book.


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I'm trying to meet new people. online. It hasn't been successful so far. but I need to find people. I'm wasting away.

I'm not sure what I have to offer. I can write. but there's 10 million people who can write better. 5 million that are more dedicated to succeed. I can't really take good pictures. I can't paint. and it's been so long since I've ( Read more... )

a practitioner of bad chi ( Read more... )

you forget the homage of being hungry ( Read more... )

k, here's the deal. I hate zwan. I hate them so much. I adore the smashing pumpkins but corgan's pseudo-happy "spread sunshine like butter on toast" nonsense makes me nauseated. but everyone else seems to love them ( Read more... )