| Hurricanes look pretty on the Weather Channel. |
[19 Sep 2003|03:18pm] |
What did we ever do to you, Isabel?
Twenty-one hours of hell... plus dead trees. Not that I'm a nature freak, but they're pretty defenseless things. YOU MURDERER.
Excuse me while I go clean up your mess.
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[07 Sep 2003|03:56pm] |
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"Who's your favorite person?"
"Myself."
Your cherry trees are safe... I cannot tell a lie, and GW would be proud, anyways.
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| Wake up and rewind. |
[01 Sep 2003|11:08pm] |
...You want to know why I hate you?
Well, I'll try and explain.
You remember that day in Paris,
When we wandered through the rain...
It's September.
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[10 Apr 2003|07:05pm] |
Sorry for being so vacant.
I'll be sure to whip my ass into shape soon.
P.S. My birthday was Monday. Happy Jenn Day.
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| Springing. |
[17 Mar 2003|06:34pm] |
To repeat: "something like summer."
More time for doing, less time for thinking.
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| Constitutional Contradictions Cater to a Capitalist Country that Can. |
[05 Mar 2003|10:00pm] |
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1984-inspired delusion. |
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The Little Engine That Could would be lost in young, capitalist America. Equality and fairness, but equality isn't fair. I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can...
But you know I can't, cause I'm too busy
f l o a t i n g
and thinking of you.
[Crash and burn, honey.]
"No one makes it like that", like this.
Like now.
I thought I could I thought I could I thought I could...
</3.
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| Truestory Today. |
[28 Feb 2003|01:46pm] |
I imagined dead in a hospital bed.
The UPS finally delivered what he'd thrown out, in a neat little package of realization.
In school, he cried, "She died."
Not quite dead in a hospital bed.
We open to flowers and a teddy bear.. far more eloquent than his vocalization.
But there, the blank stare: more than he could bear.
Far from dead in a hospital bed.
"Show me show me;" he tossed that neat package in contempt and damnation.
Again, he knew, she saw through.
I imagined dead in a hospital bed, woke up with a black eye and eyeliner staining my pillow.
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| Shopping for a crew. |
[19 Feb 2003|03:03pm] |
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Learn from reading.
ONE: "Still sick so call."
TWO: "Your friends are high, your grades are low, can't shake a stick at what you know, but when it comes to blood alcohol... you get a 4.0"
THREE: "I'm gonna have a hairless cat and name him 'Hairy Potter.'"
FOUR: "I started a joke... I started the whole world crying."
FIVE: "hold up..."
Different is better than anyone ever guessed. Did you?
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| Punnet square probability. |
[15 Feb 2003|11:04pm] |
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Tell me a story about November. Can you still remember.. when we had the windows shut, heater on. But still, that omnipresent chill. Oh and how each night you would pull out your grin (gun) loaded with leftover angst, hatred dripping down your chin.
And the bullet grazed my shoulder, bloodied footprints on the stairs, pools of scarlet and saline at my feet, and that chill still in the air.
Sadistic, twisted, moralistic, blinded by your perfectionistic views that killed my yesterday, prevented the coming of today.
So how did it feel to take me and break me against a wall built on tasks done "completely wrong?" You know, I know, the saddest part to this is that you never need to answer that. Now its become a part of my act.
And the story is over, the blame put away, but this trait lives on, and November becomes May...
...and so your gale became my hurricane, and it won't stop here.
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| VD-day (ahahha) |
[13 Feb 2003|08:38pm] |
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I only have half a valentine, but at least I have half a valentine.
If you catch my drift.
And I'm trying to be beautiful tomorrow, even if no one will be looking. :\
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