i cannot speak my throat is shut against any sound i'd care to sound it's coated with soreness jam and painful globular clusters that sparkle like spittle in the sun (the kind that resides on the lips of old men). sometimes i cannot hear my head is full of fuzziness and that not-quite-soft stuff that lives inside teddy bears and there is no room ( Read more... )

This is what the beauty marie says about me ( Read more... )

It all begins with a smile ( Read more... )

i'm reading good book: dune. for those of you who have heard me singing praises of said book already i have 2 things to say ( Read more... )

i have a food baby today, it is sitting in my tummy and humming. little red-wine tunes and giggling about the swishing. it likes to listen to my grandmother's stories and to see its rivals fail. it thinks it is smarter that ninety percent of the population and is a little embarrassed about its elitism. it has no teeth but wants them for the pain ( Read more... )

there is something that gnaws at me while i *doggedly* attempt to pour what i have gleaned from sloshing trough to clean clear stemmed glassware. i hate stemmed glassware. can the stress of directing a burbling tank of seething liquid into a thin electronic tube cause a fissure to appear in the chomping tools? is it possible the pressure of sitting ( Read more... )

so i went to audition for this movie thing today the lady said i was too strong to be an ingénue ingénue this lady talk to me for all of 2 min in the hallway before the audition doesn't have me read a flipping side or do anything and she decides i could not break hearts if i tried its pitiful really who cares if its true there is no way she could ( Read more... )

i know what i am not supposed to tell myself. but what if it is something i need to hear and no one else will tell me so i keep telling myself. and i am concerned i am not listening. to any. either good or bad. advice from myself. *hums* i give myself very good advice but seldom seem to follow it...*commence weeping hot salty tears here* but both ( Read more... )

we are a generation that lost it to radiohead as one by one we fell into the rubric of another song.

sometimes i forget the reason why i used to think the skin of my skin contained something worthy of investigation of anykind by anyone. i remember i had one, it was valid, and it suited my sensibilities. but then sometimes i have weeks like this when i become so incredibly transparent to myself that it seems as if there is no longer anything there ( Read more... )