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(no subject) [Aug. 16th, 2006|01:27 am]
even my online identity is boring
small town bottles clinking pack quite the punch if you're into that sort of shit.
barely as much as the stuff that makes your veins crackle, like writing names with sparklers on the forth of july,
but its enough to keep you coming back. a little more. a little more.
its a long list of listless 'why should i's.
manhole covers for caverns echoing sounds like, tomorrow, and later later later.
i haven't found the right words for that kind of potential, or should we call it passive part-time apathy.
forgive me, i've fallen down again, it takes more than a few days and a good fuck to bring me back up.
so i'll say peace, or as much as i can give.
and i'll say sorry, cause the answers not here.
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(no subject) [Aug. 15th, 2006|02:49 am]
even my online identity is boring
i have just logged onto AIM for the first time in years.
i mean, years.
i don't even know who these people are anymore.
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(no subject) [Jul. 25th, 2006|12:34 pm]
even my online identity is boring
you missed out on everything.
where is the time?

quit my job at the toy store
not sure why.
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(no subject) [Jul. 23rd, 2006|11:42 pm]
even my online identity is boring
[mood |predatory]

these fresh flowers and well wishes might as well be macaroni necklaces
i mean, six months and not one tiff.
not one little tick or tat or anything like that.
and this might be the silly little girl in me, sweetie, but listen-
i need to be teased
just a little
gimme a little tough talk, scare me sometime
make me miss you
pull me down off this pedestal and put me up on a soap box
i'm not stupid, listen-
there's no such thing as superman, i know this
but i'm dating clark kent
show me a little brawn, i'll show you a little bitch and we'll all be the better for it, baby, believe me. you won't ever beat me, but i'd like you to try.
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this was ghana be for you baby.but i forgot it on the drive home again [Jul. 7th, 2006|04:12 am]
even my online identity is boring
this is something strange,and stupid
but i've got to say it
(vodka strait up, i don't like vermouth, and really really dirty, i mean really dirty, in fact, just give me vodka and olive juice.)
what was your name again?
oh yeah
yeah right
remember is a silly game.
where's waldo and thunder cats?
remember that?
remember everything?
what was your name again?
do you know my name?
over and fucking over again
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this sort of trailed off into a poop stain [Jul. 3rd, 2006|01:00 am]
even my online identity is boring
On the television screen, Joe Pesci is being beaten with baseball bats in a cornfield somewhere in Indiana. Minnie is very fimiliar with the film, but it's been a long time since she's seen the unedited version. The violence is captivating.
She wonders how many people have never seen cornfields. She wonders what that must feel like. Minnie never vocalizes those kinds of thoughts to friends in Indiana, back home, Because who cares about cornfields? Enough with the cornfields. Minnie dosen't articulate these thoughts in the city either, because who cares about cornfields? Enough about the cornfields.
She doesn't say much these days.
She watches Tod.
Tod is moving back into his mother's house because his landlord was crazy. That's all he says about it.

He owns a futon mattress,a television, a small coffee table, a computer, a night stand, some speakers, some posters, some CD's, some clothes and a chain saw. Its all there. The television is up and running. So is the computer. Tod's screen saver looks very much like his girlfriend, Sharon. The only difference is that this screen saver Sharon look-a-like wears hot pink fish nets with no panties and she's showing you her pussy.

Minnie believes that Sharon and Tod have really dirty sex.
Minnie's asked Sharon about it.
She's said, "Sharon, you seem like the type of person who likes really dirty sex, like, the kind where you feel sort of guilty and strange the next morning."
"Man, that's not true. You really believe that? I can't believe you think of me like that." Sharon said.
Minnie and Sharon are close,
Minnie knows Sharon's lieing. Minnie's sure she likes it dirt.

Tod sets the chainsaw close to Minnie's feet. A flicker of panic grabs her, but she catches it in her face and forces out a smile.
"Why do you have a chainsaw?" Minnie asks
"Incase i have to chase someone down the street and cut off thier fuckin head." Tod says
"I had to sleep with my face near that thing once." Sharon is beautiful but she's always folded up indian style, rubbing her feet, and rubbing inbetween her toes. Its gross and her hands always smell like her feet.
"Scary." Minnie says.
"It was scary." Sharon says.
"It's not going to magically turn on and attack you," Tod is still busy with his unpacking, "You guys are paraniod."
If Minnie were telling the truth these days she'd say that chain saws don't actually scare her. She's just uncomfortable with the people. She shouldn't be, and she knows this, but she's just scared of them, so leave her alone.
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(no subject) [May. 27th, 2006|01:38 am]
even my online identity is boring
was gonna write something wonderful.
it was going to be about frogs that can speak French, nothing else, and Mt. Saint Felon.
She's Mt. Saint Helen's older, madder, fatter sister, who's sitting at the bottom of the ocean, stewing about one blueberry beer left in the fridge. She paid for them and it pisses her off that someone would just take them.
i mean, just take them.
why would somebody just do that?
and she's having that stupid feeling. she really needs something, badly, and not a blueberry beer.
god, she really hates her sister, Helen. She thinks she so goddamn saucy.
i was gonna write something like that.
but i didn't.
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(no subject) [May. 25th, 2006|07:40 pm]
even my online identity is boring
i have to sit down
for a couple hours
at least
those circus chords have been sailing through the air all afternoon
they are making me a little sick to my stomach
i feel like puking
i need something to eat,
i'd like to go on a diet
the carny life is one of wondering
beer and peanuts
the occasional shower
petting zoos
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(no subject) [May. 24th, 2006|12:52 am]
even my online identity is boring
The captain of Mary Underwater, Captain Vinny VanViolent, wanted to be a writer, but couldn't afford a functional typewriter.
the v key didn't work. so, he used a comma instead,
so e,ery time he used the v key, e,ery time, it looked ,ery much like this: by Captain ,inny ,an,iolent.
and he stopped writing all together
because it pissed him off
and why wouldn't it, it would piss me off.
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(no subject) [May. 16th, 2006|02:32 am]
even my online identity is boring
you can't picture me in high heels.
because i've been on tip toes for the mistakes i've made
and i can't afford that kind of fun these days,
so i don't even put them on.
i used to be sexy, you missed that.
i was funny, you missed that too.
you've got me sleepy eyed, in sweat pants and sweater sets.
you've got me hung up on the last pretty girl to steal my sweetheart.
you've got me sweaty and stupid and sort of broke down and bleeding, but you've got me.
so sorry, honey, to leave you with the scraps.
i'll put on a dress if you want me to.
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