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| Thursday, June 14th, 2001 | | 12:27 am |
Is This Desire?
Infatuation...perhaps Love?? help me if You can....Jason...Kaleb...those two...Tuxedo Hipster was a lovely pink thing but not on the list holding the two other names...San francisco...alone...this Friday [[tomorrow]] until the end of July...let me get lost and find my way. Pray to your Batik and LimitlessVisions for me. Tegretol, BudSmoke, Rum, my cell phone is almost working as it should be. JoshTrent will be missed while I'm away...he's a miracle [[as he may know]]. Alriot...I need to do a lot of stuff later on today, or tomorrow, however you consider 12:30 am...*hasta* Current Mood: drainedCurrent Music: Miss Polly Jean [[Harvey]] | | Friday, June 8th, 2001 | | 1:42 pm |
Hey Jupiter
Last night/today was GradNight @ Disneyland and everything and it was an okay~smash time. Met some dope geeky dudes and one with pretty eyes who got freaked out and some chick who looked like she was an expensive and ugly tweaker. The highlight of all the people I saw though was Tuxedo Hipster. Black pants, adidas stiped shoes and an untucked pale pink, uber~ruffly tuxedo shirt...phat guaged ear piercings, sexy~ass bleached hair all tousled and combed back with scandalously good roots showing...he looks like the boy from Dawson's Creek...the homo one. oh dear jEEzus H. chrIST. Walking in opposite directions, w both looked back...or so it seemed at least. He took pictures of grrrls from my school while waitng in line for some food...I was miffed in a way. I never saw him after the food place...all night I was expressing my necessary need for fucked~up'edness and for that Tuxedo Hipster. Help me if you can... Current Mood: anxiousCurrent Music: Tori [[Ellen]] Amos | | Sunday, June 3rd, 2001 | | 10:11 am |
...that was what last night was...::seductive as hell:: "was it good for you?" I wanna get fucked up... I'm taking my mom to see Moulin Rouge today; Alicia and I have decided that it is a wholly sublime, perfect movie, the best that has been made as of yet. As well as, Ewan has a smash~fantastic voice and I have decided that he has the best profile of anyone [[and his tongue's nice and pink and slithery]]. Also, corsets are smash, and all of the costuming was uberiffic. Okay, I'm all shaky and twacked cuz I chainsmoked last night and fell asleep on the couch of all things at 3:30 am and woke up at 10 am...I'm so amazing...kick me in the liver. Current Mood: deleriousCurrent Music: Tori Ellen Amos [[From the Choirgirl Hotel]] | | Thursday, May 31st, 2001 | | 11:59 pm |
>>fAde
trying to write a fucking essay on j.d. salinger's the catcher in the rye. Right...I'm so lost right now and I don't want or need to do this but I have to or else I can't get the fuck out of here...but yeah...moon~dreams to you. Current Mood: exhaustedCurrent Music: ~*Mazzy Star*~ | | Wednesday, May 30th, 2001 | | 9:09 pm |
>>excratory
pisspoorpisspoor...today is wednesday and it's monstrous. spermdonor's home for the week and i can't go dance to my beloved techno music tonight because getting home at 1:30 am is too late because i won't wake up in the morning even though i don't go to sleep until around 3 am every night and i wake up and am ready before anyone in my house on weekdays. it's shit and i'm shitty and sadd. ::sings a song from the FOXFIRE soundtrack:: "Let's get fUUUcked up...let's get fuCCKKed up...let'd do some stUUff...and let's get FUCCKKed UP!" *werd* of the day: enraptured Current Mood: moodyCurrent Music: [[trance>]]TRANCEPORT:[[songs:]]someone/gamemaster | | Monday, May 28th, 2001 | | 1:32 pm |
sicko~tricko
What's crackin' y'all?? [[ high ]] not too much with me...I'm hella fucking bored right now and I want to go meddle with some *shit*...yessss. I hope Sam is good...*good vibes to Sam* I need to go take a shower dammit. DrinkyDrewYou...gonna go clean my room [mom is a cUNT] *lata* Current Mood: highCurrent Music: some phattie jungle~tunes coutesy of AK1200 | | Sunday, May 20th, 2001 | | 1:42 pm |
"The Hardcore, and The Gentle"
Hi y'all...Hi Andrew, how was last night?? Prom is tonight and I'm going with my favorite*est grrrlie, Miss Christina Sayer, we all love her, but I love her the best. Her mom made her this smash~ass drss and I match her sort of, it'll all be very good, very good. *No one bettUH wreck it!* Have you seen BOUND? Jennifer Tilley and Gina Gershon are so vunderful!! But yeah..we might watch it tonight...just remember, money in the paint tubs, money in the paint tubs; yeeessss. I woke up at one today, two yesterday...twelve or three tomorrow?? make a wager...or not. Today is the first day in forever that I have listened to Bj?rk...seriously. But yeah... Hollow Like my dream; Like the vision Felt Of Its lips A rare, casual encounter *monotony in death *monotony in dualisms ~*later*~ Current Mood: indifferentCurrent Music: Bj?rk | | Saturday, May 19th, 2001 | | 2:26 pm |
Bloody Sunday
>>Do you realize that this is the only thing I really title?? I suppose I feel an obligation to...or something...but yeah. Yesterday everyone was aggrivating me and my art teacher and I were talking about valium. I threw up last night and was hella tired. I love Samantha so much...I guess my aunt and her boytoy Art are coming over today for a barbeque thing and I'm not sure if I want to dye my hair yet...but yeah >>Prom is tomorrow night and I think it will be funn...My mom loves to give me two answers to somethingI think just so she can bitch about one of them and piss me off...Grace called this morning [[afternoon]] and we both decided that we wre both on each others' "top two friends list". Isn't that funn?? Indeed >>Hey Jamaica, Kurt is hella cool...I heard him talk for the first time yesterday...quite good... >>Yesterday, also, when we went to see Shelby at Michelle's house there were all these people and boys there and stuff and it was insane. But there was this one magnificently smash boy there...I think his name was Paul, or so I overheard. He was all cookie~colored and golden with beautiful hair and worried and thinking eyes and quiet lips. He kind of isolated himself with his hands and his eyes and his cdplayer over to the curb on the street and kind of looked like he wanted to hurt and to cry and stuff...I think he was the gentle highlight of my day... The rich, dark sky floats by, and by; Ceasing only to whisper, by way of calm winds. Leaves fall and float, brushing up coldly against a grey ground. A most golden Achilles stands silently among the mortals. He smiles, coyly stands. A most golden Achilles. Eye~wandered hills glare, burning deepened pupils Whom imagined them as but a mere scattering of stones. Bleached~blonde iconoclast of god~like grime. Eyebrows like exclamation marks. Pale and writhy, sickly but strong. A smoothe brute who said my pants looked damn sexy. "Just as long as you don't hit on me." With skin like a London~butterfly, He should sprout wings. Hair with the sheen of a graceful noir pony. "You should sprout wings." When I fly, I fly away; In search of me, in need of you. Your cheekbones are the rigid hollows of my body. Your eyes and veins bulge to fill me. Your hands and hair smoothe out the bumps. Flesh as if pale, firm, powdery latex gloves. Eyes as if they were the smeared, bright, blank tv's all blue. Limbs similar to a spider skeleton, a lanky modern building. Voices...Thrash~Erotic, Shrill~Exotic...junky, stringy, slick. Words like hands, Grip and mold Histories and Empires, retold and retold Obscured personas as time unwinds Here am I, how shall I try?? Preceeding this were poems I have written and promised to let you read. Read and be fulfilled...at least until the next day. LUVeric Current Mood: groggyCurrent Music: Stevie Nicks | | Wednesday, May 16th, 2001 | | 9:04 pm |
~Siren's Rising~
I believe this is the third entry this day...*gee* I'm talking to Andrew right now, he's so rad... Tonight is a thoroughly negative evening. I was shaping my brows so that I could look maybe a little more presentable to people in the near future and I just stopped and thought, 'Fuck it!! I don't want to sit here and do this' so I evened out the other side to somehow match and got up from my kneel. I swerved a while around my room thinking of what to do and I did th same thing, so I called someone special and I miss her and I love her and we should be together tonight not her and that other her who is hollow and semingly Yin...Yang is whom I crave right now... *nostalgic memories* I love you Polly Jean Harvey...my tragic~lovely dahling... Current Mood: moroseCurrent Music: PJ Harvey | | 5:52 pm |
*non-virginized*
>>Smoothe, my virgin entry has been made, from here on out now these entries shall gain experienced~momentum. >>Alright, I've decided that I'm going to put a poem a day [[or I'll at lest try to]] from my personal archive of journals, loose papers, and other such lovelies. None of my writings ever have titles for whatever reason, so...yeah. Feel the shadows and silhouettes Caress and fill, The creases and folds, pores and curves, Never winding their ways into the place where Your torment lies. Reaching out with helpful, needy eyes. Following forms with luush, pink, quivering lips. Following...phantom fingertips. Pseudo smiles overcome by sensuous glances. Pulsating laughter, thick and flushed by lust. Supple islands with white, symmetrical beings. Chanting, whispering, mouthing their mischievous intoxicants. Sandstorms like hair Rich and wind~blown Dynamic amber Wreckles and writhing, Screaming to the other shore. Bating upon smooth stones. Smooth shoulders. Well, I suppose I put a good three of them in here today...I hope y'all like them and everything... Today was kind of upsetting and bitter. I was wearing these cool drawn on, written on, slashed down the back jeans that looked kinda hella cool [[to me at least]] to school, but being as it's Catholic and private and petty, the Whip [[dean of whatever, Miss Curlee]] had to bitch about me for wearing them, indirectly...she made one of the counselors talk to me for her and stuff and I thought that it was rather shcik~shit of her to do that...and then I didn't get to have my daily little conversation with Mrs. Keast about how lame things are. I also furthered my belief that fathers serve no purpose other than sperm donors. Jamie came over on a surprise vist and stuff and she surprised me even more by showing me something rather *delicious*; she also let me borrow her KiTTiE cd, which is rad. I have a special meeting tomorrow, it's gonna suck...omg!!! I just had an epiphany: tomorrow I'll be around school, the policey~police, and the Catholic church...what the hell is going on...yeah. Last night, from about 8 pm to 3 am, I was looking through all of my magazines for pictures for a collage I'm going to make whose theme is going to be flesh and the body; so it'll have a lot of limbs and hands and shoulders and neck~areas and bits of skin everywhere...it will be intensely interesting...or at least I hope so. But it'll be such a bitch to intricately cut out all of the things I want to cut out, how I usually do. But yeah...I'll work on it later. I felt really ugly last night and I still do kind of but in an icky~sunlight way. Current Mood: blahCurrent Music: KiTTiE | | 5:33 pm |
~V~
'ey...yyeeessss...it is I I suppose, you there be quick to notice something around you, it shall in the future prove to be a long-exploited necessity and will save the day sometime in your future... |
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