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|Friday, July 25th, 2008|
|Saturday, September 9th, 2006|
i'm the most important livejournal user
|Thursday, August 24th, 2006|
i'm too important for livejournal
|Monday, July 3rd, 2006|
oh, god too stupid to understand
|Saturday, July 1st, 2006|
|the stupidest shithole
boy is the stupidest shithole.
girl is the stupidest shithole.
we all make happy family and the stupidest shithole is the shallowest shithole and etc.
|Tuesday, June 27th, 2006|
evrybody takes themselves too serisly, rite? i mean, erybody want other ppl to respect them or they want to make money or somefin. i mean, this has got to stop sooner or l8r, rite? i mean, ppl can't expect their children to love them and ppl can't expect to ever feel REALLY good ALL THE TIME. like, we can't outrun disease or death cause that suff jus happen ALWAYS. i think that what i am saying is that i don't understand LIVEJOURNAL. or LIVEJOURNALING. i mean, sriously, sometimes it feels like this whole thing is a choreographed dance. as i always say, if a dog breaf stink, then you stink too. and like, i would jus do drugs and drink a nd have sex alll afternoon and nite if i could. i'd save the morning 4 being with children and petting a dog and sometimes playing guitar or enjoying the fruits of CULTURE, like art museums and magazines and book reviews. some ppl can't use public restrooms. some communists can't. some ppl can't love their wives or children--some capitalists, i mean. some ppl love to read freud, some ppl love to paint pictures that show how much they like freud ideas. some ppl read science book, some ppl go to school and study biology. some ppl collect scrap metal to sell so they can feed their children with the money they get frm selling scrap metal. some ppl make cars, some ppl draw comic books, some ppl die young, some ppl die rich, some ppl die unhappy, some ppl stay awake all nite, some ppl think they r animals.
some clairvoyant baby once said, "i played it real cool. i dealt the heartaches. i broke the rules, but that woman... she cut me up."
drink a beer, you sissy-weirdos.
|Wednesday, June 21st, 2006|
days jus goin on an on
sit here and smile at my fossil fears
let my fingernails and facial hair grow out
prune it back
go to sleep
|Tuesday, June 20th, 2006|
sometimes i like to make my body feel like its working hard.
what do you like to do?
|Monday, June 19th, 2006|
i think i'm going to start throwing away my silverware instead of washing it.
if our culture was ancient and efficient, i probably wouldn't even consider it, but you know how it goes.
my radio show, TALK OF THE TOWN
, was a lot of fun last night and we're going to be on dateline soon.
the internet is getting better and better.
|Friday, June 16th, 2006|
you're my one reality.
|Wednesday, June 14th, 2006|
The only way not to question what i was doing, and why i was doing it, was to do absolutely nothing else.
|Tuesday, June 13th, 2006|
today i tried the new ROCKSTAR energy drink that is flavoured with real fruit juice. not so bad.
i am going to play music with dudes now and sing really out of key. god bless america. god bless you.
|Monday, June 12th, 2006|
i'm going to make soup and risotto.
if i had some celery, i'd chop it up and put it in the food that i'm making. i'd also make a bloody mary with a celery stalk as garnish and then i'd drink it up.
i don't have as much creative energy as i suspected that i did when i decided to quit my job, so i'm writing things down in this computer thing and putting pictures on my flickr.com thingy so that my mind doesn't go completely flat and so that my friends, who are doing these same things, will be able to have one more thing to click. when you are an internet addict, having one more thing to click can be a great solace.
motorcycle, you will soon be whole again
|Friday, June 9th, 2006|
|Thursday, October 28th, 2004|
this is it: Current Mood: thirsty
|Thursday, July 1st, 2004|
|Friday, February 13th, 2004|
today i flushed my child down the drainpipe. it fell from me, limp. i looked at it for only a moment.
his eyes were closed.
the poor, pitiful babe had lips that did not move.
the thing went into the water and swam away to god.
i didn't see it go down into the pipes, but i know that it must have.
end of May hits and I'm spotting. A Vaginal Ultrasound shows "abnormalities." They say, "We'll just have to wait and see". The next day, not knowing what's happening, I stand up to go to the bathroom and run to the bathroom, hoping I make it. I almost did. Ugh - I can still hear the sounds of the fluids hitting the floor. My mother and sister take care of me as I scream and cry, sitting there with my world falling out of me and there's not one thing I can do to stop it. The baby I pass is what's referred to as a mole, a group of cells looking like tapioca pudding. 2 weeks go by and I'm still bleeding. The doctor tells me it should end soon, "It's not heavy enough to worry about."
I am about to go out with my brother but I need to go to the bathroom first. I pass another fetus. This one is developed to the point that it has arm and leg buds and what I'll assume was the head. I ask the doctor what's going on. Her reply is, "Likely it was twins fighting for survival and they both lost." I am expected to find comfort in how efficient my body is,
|Wednesday, January 28th, 2004|
be not afraid. i go before you, always.
come follow me, and i will give you rest.