this is the dog what gets fucked in the ass from a smaller doggy. i like to watch it. james is having a bbq and i made garlic butter rice and wrapped it up like a pilgrim would complete with butcher string and under tinfoil to make sure it is hot as the lake of fire
you are a lake of fire
im going to croon rufus wainwright all over the world
croon
true love is a trophy
and you said watch my head about it
baby you said
watch
my head about it
my head about it
no kidding
you can play me like a fiddle as long as i pull the strings
actually, pornography really just makes sex look unappealing
the brain doesn’t process negatives
when you pray, and you pray honestly, you send a beam of light out into the skies as clear and as powerful as a sunbeam that breaks through the clouds at the end of a rainy day; like the lights on the sidewalk outside the Academy Awards.
many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up
pain is inevitable
suffering is optional
there is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness
what’s another word for thesaurus
i come from downtown born and ready for you
july 18 2000
breakfast consisted of sad bastard poached eggs – nasty. went to discotheque last nite w/ andres and his dreamteam – all dressed like the beastie boys – makin’ proper fools of ourselves cuttin’ a rug on the dancefloor to greasy jungle muzik.
“one nite in el paso the cops go into the crowd…”
i lost my shit in the theatre when it went all black mega tear steady stream down each side of my face during the wtc sounds and splosions and i thought about that morning from the apartment
i was not smiling
a black girl sat beside me two brown girls to our front
bush you stupid stupid twat
stupid stupid twat
i know why these guys are mad
yeh you’ve been mixing with the wrong crowd
beady-eyed lesbian
i want to see it again
who else saw that cbs documentary in march of 2002? the french brothers who were following the firefighters around and were the only ones to get film footage from inside the wtc that fucking morning? me and jack falcon saw’re it. someone tell me theyve seen it too
about someone whose grip on life is so vague that to see her you have to look hard. that’s me. i’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. just like the cheshire cat, someday i will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, that kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant.
i am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who looks so very vibrant and shimmery, but who is in fact soon going to be gone. when you look at that picture again, i want to assure you, i will no longer be there.
i will be erased from history.
that summer i am just thirteen and everything sucks.
be careful of your heart
imagine dragging all that bloody furniture
i am alone in the house, the electricity is off, i can’t get the lights on, i keep bumping into things, i am alone in the dark, i am alone in the world, and i start screaming.
homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i’m always missing someone or someplace or something, i’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.
we went to alaska and we froze to death
12 august 2000 on the plane 4:37pm toronto time from gatwick will arrive yyz 1/2 hour earlier than scheduled. i am over-tired. i can’t wait to see my family and friends i know i’ll start sobbing like a fagretard. i can’t wait for a silk cut.
tan workout lose weight tone down weigh 60kgs last i checked calm down relax minimize lifestyle simplify clean room yoga work on writing techniques and skills etc be happy get internet.
i can’t wait to land and depart from this flying deathtrap in the clouds it makes me vulnerable to what could be the worst possible happening. honestly what would you do? what could you do for the prevention of it falling out of the sky, besides that of finally seeking faith and screaming your looney little head off…
i ate your candy then i stole your sunshine.
why do they always play this fookin’ song b’cos it makes me horny baby i’d better watch what i say i can’t help it, i’m brilliant i write like a retard where’s the privacy here?
i’m all over all over all over i’m all over all over all over you’re the only one…
i look out the doorway onto the street and i think i won’t be here three hours from now so it doesn’t matter i will be away from this place this store and life i had to go somewhere with the premise of actually acomplishing something other than getting baked on the beach
all my dreams are made of chrome
bring in the machines.
bring in the black boxes.
prozac becomes viewed as a silly drug for crybabies.
you are only a dead star
the ideal cocktail party monologue
monkeyass
depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between DEAD and ALIVE, and it’s the worst.
like carpenters they want to know which tools, they never ask why build.
the insight will come
you totally blew it if you didn’t go to magic pony to look at me. xania was the best as she came in kicking her boyfriend in the nuts immediately and i had my fly undone for awhile and katherine tole me but then people fell in love with it. me and kat hit each other in the face a lot. i saw lucasaids and regan (girl who called me 5 in the am on e for a bootycall) a bunch of hipsters and ya neil fiddleton was there then we went to dun riiiiiiiiite and i let an old lady make it with my pussy hair and i left her there on the floor with her pants at her ankles calling me a bitch after i said have a nice nite.
angelo was taking pictures and little vids of it. noel missed it entirely. i totally lost my shit about it, you know that whole gross retard laughing face. noel tagged my name on the toilet too. angelo puked on the patio and i put my face in it for a picture. kat was horny for the magnetic darts and loser ponytailfuck what works there hated us a lot and mopped up gello’s vomit. then we went out back for a j and came back to drink more. lets see what else? sj was there but didnt see me. obviously i am next door swimming in a pool of jagermeister you twat.
me and sandra cina poems 2000.
booyah, booyah, booyah
i feel like a brick
so good, so good
i can’t remember
the girl
your safety partner
the red visor
feel it man
walk away
shout it out loud
open door
gold gold gold
gone in a flash
napkin ice cream
1784
nireffud
krap hgih
notgnisso
nickel nights
today
press lever
rehabilitation
1 877 914
bag it for us
please do not
don’t know
doesn’t
dwa orange
going, going
bus
hammer royal, royal
silver stick
royale
graffiti lunchboxes
win win win!
lose
plaid rainbow
the world is a beautiful place – lawrence ferlinghetti
the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind happiness not always being so very much fun if you don’t mind a touch of hell now and then just when everything is fine because even in heaven they don’t sing all the time
the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind some people dying all the time or maybe only starving some of the time which isn’t half so bad if it isn’t you
oh the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t much mind a few dead minds in the higher places or a bomb or two now and then in your upturned faces or such other improperties as our name brand society is prey to with its men of distinction and its men of extinction and its priests and other patrolmen and its various segregations and congressional investigations and other constipations that our fool flesh is heir to
yes the world is the best place of all for a lot of such things as making the fun scene and making the love scene and singing low songs and having inspirations and walking around looking at everything and smelling flowers and goosing statues and even thinking and kissing people and making babies and wearing pants and waving hats and dancing and going swimming in rivers or picnics in the middle of the summer and just generally ‘living it up’
yes but then right in the middle of it comes the smiling mortician
