I hate you and I love you raymi.
there is something out there for you. you are literally one of the most beautiful individuals I have seen for quite some time and I hate to see you as such. it seems like hell is having its case with many and there is no sign of hope for quite some while. it seems the only thing that can save all of us now is to move into the dreams that we used to have many years back. allow ourselves to lose ourselves but with some knowledge of paths we walked before to prevent further harm. society fucked us all over and this so called generation that we are both a part of has very little choice but to forget about the previous generations and define our own path. being worn thin though doesn’t give us enough energy to enter into battle to go up against the standards other generations have defined. corporations have failed, and the economy had to get rid of certain business structures to make room for some kind of evolution to allow us to exist within it. just like the 1930’s in america, but at least we weren’t as bullheaded as they were. I hate being apologetic but I know you don’t need to know any of this. I’m probably saying this more for myself than for you. why I’m even sending you this email is kind of a mystery but I guess we are drawn to things for reasons beyond us. I guess I want to say this. if the world isn’t behind you, know that in some kind of weird pathetic way, I am. Get up and do some damage sweetheart and make them beg for more.
Good Luck and Good Bye
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people wanna know what i do now, huh. this is it. nothing. boredom, straight-up. i wander around in circles and think about how add i am now and how little of a machine i am now. i dont do rails. i dont do shots. i dont tick i dont tock. i just pace. im on thought police pills ones for bi-polar and sometimes clonazapam if i need to mellow out my nerves. yup. what happened to raymi you wanna know? well send someone over who really wants to know with a bag full of loot and ill tell you, world exclusive premier, how’s about that, huh?
what do people write about when they feel blank. when they are blank.
when there are blanks?
where do people go and how do they get there and can i go too?
self-loathing is merciless but thats what it is right now. sorry. shout outs are fucked, dunno why.
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depression is a sickness. an illness of the mind, the soul. it can take you whole. if you let it. there’s a point after which, for a short while, they say, you can’t help but let it. you are powerless.
me skinny in la smoking and drinking. things i don’t do now. le sigh.
guy in cognito
bleep.
Hi,
your articles are very funny, like guffawing at my computer funny, i
think(whocaresright) you an exceptional writer.
yur blog is confusing, i go there for new pics of you half nekked, i
almost feel bad doing it, well comon, I would read some of it but its
like , so hard to read i dont read it, it sounds like alot of inside
jokes anyways. i do read some of it.
rantingandincoherentso hard to make out who you are
if i cant readiticant get to knowyouand why would anyone wastetime
onsomeonewhowont spend some
timepresenting his/her material. Your articles are genius, not that it
takes a genius to figure that out, I am not a genius is what i mean.
I knew this hardcore …bitch… who stabbed me in the back like fifty
times and pulled my heart out of my chest and spat on it and threw it on
the ground and tromped on it, i havent seen her in four or five years.
Its alright, i deserved it i called her out in front of EVERYONe. I
swear i went crazy for at least three and a half years, i amstill not
sure what (is) happen(ing)ed. HA ha ha. Anyways i never told noone
(even though EVERYONe knows) but you since you had the common decency to
share some of yourself to whomever is listening, maybe yuou want some
bakc, though you look like you have enough freinds.
i am not a phyco, holy crap is that the most stupidest thing you could
tell someone? Ya, sure your not.
i just wanted to let you know about your blog format.
Nice talk
Hot pic of me included.
Mike p.
im gonna sell you cats a bunch of jazz that youve probilly seen me wearin in my photos, yep.
id like to retract a few negative statements made in posts. yep. like, all of them. things said in jest sometimes can be read the wrong way, taken very literally, and that sucks. err, sucked. for me. but it’s my oversight, henceforth, i take it back.
i want you to know i’m not blogging for awhile. just because, ok. raymitheminx, the alias, is not the real me. she’s this girl-thing-person who said this, who did that, who lived for a short while and now remains a memory, all the free photos and stuff. from now on you can look forward to audblog sing a long karaoke personalised sing songs from her.
im bored these days. i take my meds. i dont drink and i dont do any drugs whatsoever and i havent for a long while. maybe thats the boredom but hey, i only want to be one ofthe kerouacs who doesnt drink and smoke emself to death by age of 47. i want to live past 20 then 21 and on and on and on.
please enjoy your summers. be happy be wise. be safe. be right. not wrong.
this is a store that i want you to buy all your online garbage from because i said so ok, thanks.
the little boy reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a dime. a thin
dime. and standing on his toes, extending his arm, was able to just barely
slide the coin into the slot. he carefully punched the numbers, one, four, one,
five, eight, one, two, five, seven, three…three.
“hello?”
“she’s in jail.”
“who is this?”
“this is raymi’s brother. she’s in jail. she needs bail money.”
“raymi the minx? is in jail? for what?”
“for being a wise ass.”
“they don’t put people in jail for that.”
“in canada they do.”
“i’ll send the money.”
yeah….that’s the ticket.
-dan.
i was mentioned in yesterday’s national post. sex tv is coming to the loft next tuesday to film me being a fat beasty hag for about 3 hours. yes. my mum might even be here that day too. raaad. i noticed that ive been a bit lack-luster with writing on this thing the last week or so. i’ve been very busy. ok these are all the nice things i have done. did:
go to ikea and spend 300 dollars, laundry, 4 loads of it, get the Mac 0/s thing running and the net going on the laptop and the Dell thing and install software so i can edit my videos and pictures off the pentax camera which also was extremely expensive. yah. then i put together the ikea furniture, two wood table/chair things and i will go back this week to buy a couch. i put this self-tanning thing on my body, from the body shop. aside from the splotches caused by my own doing, the tan looks pretty damn believable. i never have to go outside, ever again.
and then i did the regular hours spent in photoshop and sending emailsssssssss and making art.
i’m going to buy a glue gun today so i can start making those cute egg bunnies i wrote about on the shitty ebay page thing.
i just taught myself how to burn a cd of pictures. yay. now i can sell burnt cd’s full of pictures. that’s cooler than emailing them separately, right? tell me if you want that instead. man. technology is so fucking cool.
even i don’t know how to read my sarcasm thse days.
i’m a mess.
please email these fake flyers i am making to everyone you know, ok?
