November 2009
12 posts
Fuck the what..?
Fuck work. Fuck everything.
Yeah, I’m a little whiny bitch. So what? I’m limited to anything and everything possible. My privacy no longer exists due to me being searched every waking minute of my life. I can’t enjoy an hour alone with a friend because I’ll be getting a call or text from my mother every 5 fucking minutes.
Is this what being 18 should be like? Because if...
October 2009
19 posts
Don’t want to work an 8-hour shift today. Don’t want to finish college applications. Don’t want to shower. Don’t want to go to school tomorrow. Don’t want to think about my future.
Is there a job out there that pays +$20/hr that requires you to sit at home or basically do nothing? Let me know, thank you.
Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize this morning? What a joke.
me?
i would, absolutely!- love to fuck your brains out that puny skull of yours or mine, whatever you’d like the perfume i just got mad over nothing really matters
you wouldn’t even notice the new smell
"A Girl" by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this is folly to the world.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your...
FUUUUUUUU
I hate middle-aged Polish women who try too hard to look as young as their teenage daughter. They eye me suspiciously as I bag their twenty pounds of deli meat, pierogi and “organic” milk, making sure I don’t make a mistake when I catogarize each food. They won’t even open their mouth until, of course, “Credit or Debit?” catches their ear. And with that thick...
September 2009
25 posts
St. Exquisite's Confessions
Maybe I’ll blow you… whatever kind of kisses you want. Because you’ve got so much in common with my big cock creator. We function on the lowest human level, yet somehow keep living. I thought it was over but it all still hurts the same it still hurts the same. I only photograph my fascinations ‘till the stress of the flash makes them fade. The danger is real but I’m...
carcarcarcarcarcarcarcarcarcar
“And in the darkened underpass I thought, “Oh God, my chance has come at...”
– The Smiths
this night has opened my eyes
Every time I have a breakdown and my dad is lurking nearby, I manage to learn something completely new about him. He has a way of keeping quiet and letting me weep, unlike my mother. He’ll sit on my room’s couch and pick at his nails or stare at the pictures on my wall or…
It’s like he enjoys keeping me company when I’m in distress.
Eventually he will speak up...
Sick and feeling unwell… Happy Birthday, Mom.
Found the best stargazing spot (according to the internet): Natural Bridges National Monument in Utah. I feel I’ll be organizing a road trip for Spring Break…
Also, Obama made all types of flavored tobacco illegal in the U.S. The kids are pissed and I predict another downfall on his approval ratings, now that they’re less than 50%…
