Monthly Archives: April 2003
tagging shit rules. yer own shit. and jeopardy is the best trivia game other than trivial pursuit the new edition. too much media buzz. too much san fernando fucking valley and yah. more fotos. less talkin jive. ill be back in canad late april 2003, and wil be there finishing mending broken stuffs, family foes and foibles and whatevers. dont let uncelebrity-dome take over and then when coolhandluke is the one who is all yo are you smoking pcp now? why didnt i know what pcp smelt like til he pointed it out? because, alex tre-fuck-beck, i was painting my goddamn princess never ever been long nails. east and west coast equally suck, this means i have to go back to england this summer. it’s a tony pierce and tony blair sorta thing. i was suppose to go to this lofty party thing but i missed it, anti pointed out all the rif raffs and i was like, yep, yeh, this is definitely like what jdh and i saw all around the burroughs in his dad’s truck thing. brooklyn, manfaggin, williamsburg spanish whatever harlem, queens, bronx, j lo raymi from the block.
i was meant to be awake this early like all wasps. business, mania, no, wait, maia/business, prejudice, sun heat stroked exhausted most unfamous annonymous crazzy girl in town equals me. being a princess in the richest part of town, spending canadian gas fume dollars, gives you the right to quote microserfs left and right. why why? because ward said so and bill gates did too and then my real name, which is lauren white. tehre is no paper trail. fuck L-ayme. fuck psych wards and schizo phonix who take off between smoke breaks. i keep missing important media type things and my porno-phobia plus everything else equals learning how to get fucked, and know how to sue the shit out of A fuckin Marrikuh. back to ebonics. brooklyn styles. hits go down. and it’s ok. blackmailing people, so trite, so, i wish i had timeto do that. stop encouraging my mum to swear with emoticons and stuff. and dont worry ill tell you full truths, one question at a time. raymiraymi@yahoo.ca email that from now on. everything else is about due to explode.
im too skinny and my ribs hurt and luckily im prepared to live til iam like 86 years old. thank you keroaucs and the wasps.
nihilism is exhausting.
if you ever took advantage of me
sawre me cry
got turfed from the ghetto of that failure of a house in lil fuckin italy, tdot, you should have been nicer to me. all of you. meika. double o. blond girl pi r squared. all blond girls, are mean. L-ayme.
i like east coast mean people. anti-tali-fucking everything. paranoia traps.
i almost forgot that ihateraymi.com exists.
i dont even have my own credit card. and i use my own investing dolalrs and ive paid no phone bills yet.
hi Bill!
hellojed.
i want all my books back, photos, everything youve found that i dropped out the window[s].
fuggit.manyahnuh.
fuck tha POLICE cops. censorship sucks here. everyone gets mad when i saythings like, bla bla barf tzcky im frizzled for shizzle my nizzle and hi paulyshore.com you never wrote back and either did adamsandler.com
it’s all hoo ha ha dot blogspot.com in the end dot calm? i want the upside down spanish question mark instead.
i hate these fuggin neighbors andthey hate me.
k photos tiem now. kylie minogue. saved my soul.
see you in may .
hi junktion city kansas. : )
goodnite sweetheart
’til we meet tomorrow
goodnite sweetheart
sleep will vanish sorrow
tears and waiting
may make you forlorn
but with the dawn
a new day is born, so…
goodnite sweetheart
though i’m not beside you
goodnite sweetheart
still my love will guide you
in dreams you are
in each one i’ll hold you
goodnite sweetheart
goodnite
anti and i are buddies.
in my own mind i recall that i played a major role in being some sort of statistical freakshow and lucky charm of this fucking loser ass zippy code for the storm tropps. i swear mo foes, sunstroke, heat stroke, combined with massive blood loss due to pms stuffs and then fuckingwhite honky bitchness and then a schizophrenia seroquel sample pack not meant for me kuz im not schizo – then ten whallops of abuse from past lifesuckers all pre-anti installments, never went to my bday pahhhhhtay, fuck it. no guilttraps.com ever anymore fags. so stop it. just be happy i never fuck you’d your cell phones. full stop til next post.
am i crazzy – ?
yes.
manic, more. yes. yes. not lithium. dep o cote. i don’t have time for fuck you, goodbyes. and i think that being very smart and even very very smart mouthed, in the end, immediately etches that fucking deja of that matrix vu glitch onto the Left/right brain of my brain. period. fuck the m’s and the j’s and the justin timberlake cd that flew out my window and the arley to the davidson’s and betty ford clinic? yes. l-ayme. shame on the N words of the manfattanite areas always, always. why? there’s witch hunting in bali. so don’t go there. karun tole me that after 9/11 two summers ago at that fucking beer fat loser barn in soho, yes around the corner from vice’s store. kenmare and something something, spring street. fuck you losers anyhow. i made those faulkers think i was on meth when i jibber jabbered my mouth off and anti pissed and creped and dropped thumbtacks on all the private property parking lots in bakers fucking loser field pretty darn southern [border]ered but whatever, man. manyanas. MAN-yaw-nuh. now after 72 hours of a fucking hold after being arrested for rolling down sea scape sand dunes looking at LAX skies and anty being just, chill or something, lying on a fucking curb in the street. i got myself arrested, two days in a row. HA! for what? fo shizzle mee nizzle. and only as i write it now i realise. i was hilariously scarily, hilarious. only the celebrity potential things are the funniest ’cause only the smut peds win. all other things are put on hold. hi mike D, the west coast. we’s got the k double u ones dood. amateurly watching you back. yup. say hi to che with that accent a fucking gu’ed to his coke fucking nigger nose. and all them tinier overpaid letter M’s. c to the k to u to F mmmmmm cack.
ps i never went to that ffffffailure of a bday pahhtay anyway. im 21 now, ffffanyway. ffffag yes.
mew like minew.
look ffffags.
stop pretending or thinking you know what the f i am talking a-bout. canada sucks.
but L-ayme is still and always is L-ayme.
this secret informant.
has no more time to raymitheminx the shit out of herself. the pain and all that crepe is too real. and all that. and dont assume. you ever know the truth. truths. or troofs. help me figure out why i relate to jack kerouac and john nash first, the real ones. one i am related to. the other one, i am not, and that one i relate to more because i am a comedic genius, and, mania is too true. and there are too many doctors that i am too smart for anyway, so this my friends, the new troofs. are going to be better. keeper yer eyes on these media sopurces – all of them. but dont inform yourself with too much of my pains anymore. im s a r r y i dont have time for t o r o n t o anymore. my agents/ASSistants that i ASSed for all along, the real/faker families. whatev. real love. they knows it. jamie and all th rest. u know how to get me. lemme pay the bills with my own money all along dot com that manic mania
triggers for me real pains that i learned myself:
then what makes it more worse
after that
pain
anger
fear
paranoia
whatever im already bored.
from now on you can read my numbers first
the mathematical equations that no one ever encouraged./ and get that ffffag of a coupland dot com to email me back already. keep working on yer own shit and ill show u the lil pipsqueaks of content i nicely give you
whatever.
kmart rules. and i haven gone there yet.
canada + the brits + french fags + spics + n words + all the other clues = r a y m i.
the real bitch.
and io already missed tony fierce’s backdoor thing today because i am too busy being manic.
be nice to everyone
no more pains for free anymore dot com
gimme at leadt 5 days, then take away half of that u have 2.50, divide it again and then ill be nekkid on some bitch of a beach. all supporters start working on yer own dreams. ill hire you fffags later. layta? doesn’t matter. no more free crap unless u deserve ittt.
full-stop. ran out of canadian cigs already
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