I wear my watch so much, I have watch tan.
I carry guilt so much, I should have guilt tan.
Fizzy piss-yellow beer fills my cup
As I pine for something darker.
At the bottom of the glass, there lie no answers,
They were overlooked on the trail leading to it.
People think Im more entertaining when I drink,
But I always dissapoint them when I fall asleep.
God doesnt bother to watch you sleep,
If He did, it would make Him creepier.
All knowing, all seeing, all consuming,
All American: reality television.
Just go back to sleep, you freak,
You can hold the pee until morning.
You are the stagnant pond
And the layer of green on the mud.
You are the reeds, swaying gently.
I am the curling, swimming larvae,
Developing under your surface
He is the wind,
Promising the eternity of the Horizon.
He is the sky, open, but incomplete.
As a freshly developed mosquito
I am drawn to him as he whisks me away,
For he is the wind
And you, withdrawn, are the stagnant pond.
He lived on the corner of Providence and Freedom,
In a brick house, covered in ivy--
Like a shoddy gift wrapping job
That had been partially torn apart
In drooping shades of green.
His yard was made up of living chaos,
Birds, and rodents, and bugs controlled the lot.
He let everything live wherever it wanted;
And it grew wild, like an untamed jungle,
As he watered it, every day, without fail.
And he had a tattoo of a topless mermaid,
In faded green over his creased, tan skin.
His gray hair formed a horseshoe around his head,
And his face resembled old, stretched leather,
But his eyes, they shone like sapphires.
All his pants we
Current Residence: in your head. Favourite genre of music: gothic country Favourite photographer: Duane Michals Favourite style of art: multiple. Operating System: o.s. x MP3 player of choice: ipod Shell of choice: sea shell...? Wallpaper of choice: random vhs boxes. Skin of choice: ummm... mine if it wasn't so dry and itchy Favourite cartoon character: Dib Personal Quote: i have this problem, it's called....
i'm trying to write more short stories, but they all suck. just to let everyone know. i think that maybe i should just set the keyboard aside and say "fuck it." i just can't seem to stop. as miserable as i am with everything, nothing short of amputation is going to stop these damn fingers from a-tappin.
i'm writing a short story and it's driving me crazy. i'm taking my time stalling, but i keep thinking about it. meh! go away short story.
hey molly, if you read this, i want some help with my short story. amanda too if you have time. i need to edit it once i'm done. it's getting to be too long.
i quit my job at rei because my manager, adam made me so mad at him that i haven't been able to make eye contact with him since december... for fear i might lose my ability to refrain from removing his face with my nails and teeth. also i lost any level of comfort with the store manager, david, because of an incident involving my biggest phobia... i keep thinking he's going to try to scare me again at any time... even tho the last and first time involved a swift *thwack* to the face in order to get the phobia away...
i wouldn't mind going back and working for the company again, since i do love the company and i love most of my coworkers to d