go to audio and get the raymi the minx songs but also listen to jack and company’s sing a longs because theyre vurry good. there are even pictures of fat-faced raymi in the pictures dept. whee.
July 21, 2004
July 19, 2004
I dressed snappy
I waited
for hours
with flowers
I stopped to buy a detox energy drink. They were fresh out.
All they had was rows and rows of passion.
I visited your site today and caught up. Wanted to tell you that I nearly keeled over at your spaghetti strainer comment.
Honorable mentions: feminista, dinosaurs… keywords from the blog to jostle your memory if need be.
Alright, Raymi. I want to see a picture of you with kelly green eye shadow. I enjoy seeing you with or without make-up
you look good regardless, but trust me… this’ll knock ‘em dead.
Just to let you know, the picture at 3:16:30 where you have on a flourescent green wrist band, and are holding
a blue sombrero is WHITE HOT.
Lastly, I’ve started an entry in a notebook of mine called “Raymi vs. God.” I’m trying to determine which of you brings more magic into my life on a day to day basis.
pink
the only lesson i will derive from this pain is how bad pain can be.
i am constantly standing several feet away from myself, watching as i do or say or feel something that i don’t like at all, and i still can’t stop it.
my problem always was depression, straight up. the drinking, the drugging, they were mere accessories to the crime.
i just needed to stop thinking so much and start doing.
this was not the after affect of some coke – this was me.
in the meantime, i could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if i were dead.
i am becoming a complete waste.
the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can’t be retrieved.
i am one step removed from my problems, more a nervous audience member at a horror movie than the movie itself.
don’t interrupt the sorrow.
my gifts are for life itself, for an unfortunately astute understanding of all the cruelty and pain in the world. my gifts are unspecific. i am an artist marque, someone full of crazy ideas and grandiloquent needs and even a little bit of happiness, but with no particular way to express it. not that i can even aspire to happiness anymore.
people tend to go crazy when they don’t have a container of milk in the refrigerator.
it is cold outside but i am crazy from the heat.
this must be a little bit like what it’s like to be a bag lady, to drag your feet here, there, and everywhere, nowhere at all.
we replaced her with a series of roommates, all of whom dropped out of school or dropped out of life as soon as they moved in with us.
what makes you think i’m so rich that you can steal my heart and it won’t mean a thing.
it’s impossible to ever see the end. the fog is like a cage without a key.
-Prozac Nation
i love mini me spanish beetlejuice.
inspired by suckface here, in alphabetical order is ma funny picture post of les webs. each word being the one used to pull up the image in google. ps some pics have nothing to do with the word, used to find ‘em out, ie. vulva is not a vulva and cavity is not a cavity and, this took me forever, so you better love it and tell me which one you like best-eh-sess.
alligator
belmont
cavity
dung
environment
frig (why don’t frat fucktards know anything about resizing their photos?)
gas
hentai
islam
jackie
kill (pfft).
leech
move
noose
oprah (knew she was a nazi all along).
piss
queasy
rasta (my new boyfriend).
serpent (so far my favorite).
tuft (new other boyfriend).
useless
vulva (i love that word).
wolverine
xerox
yacking (major favorite, close second for yacking).
you’re a zipper that doesn’t work
July 18, 2004
ask me anything you like
i’ll reveal everything
i will treasure the truth
you could know anything
i am but a fool to play
unaware of things
if i treasure the truth
i would tell it to you
i’m coming down
to tell you what i know
to say what’s real
to let you know
where i have been and how i had to
sleep on needles
you’ll believe you are hard
sleep on needles
and hear only the truth
am i likely to succeed
with the way things are
judging by your smile
you’re holding somethin’ back…
-sleep on needles
i date spiderman only. peter parker sometimes too though but only when he is getting hit in the head repetitively when he drops all his books and eats chocolate cake with that polski/german? and she has a big ugly mole on her eyebrow what looks like chocolate cake.
my mum shot rocky in the eye with a hair elastic sometimes mum is 13 years old i like it.
exit music (for a film)
wake from your dreams
the drying of your tears
today we escape
we escape
pack and get dressed
before your father hears us
before all hell breaks loose
breathe keep breathing
don’t lose your nerve
breathe keep breathing
i can’t do this alone
you can laugh
a spineless laugh
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you
now we are one
in everlasting peace
we hope that you choke
Nice Dream
they love me like i was a brother
they protect me
they dug me my very own garden
gave me sunshine
made me happy. nice dream.
i call up my friend the good angel
but she’s out with
her ansaphone
she says she would love to come help
but
the sea would electrocute us all. nice dream.
if you think that you’re strong enough.
if you think you belong enough.
nice dream.
somebunny find me my ok computer cd please
