October 2009
22 posts
Easy Star All Stars — Let Down (Radiohead cover)
Signs, signs, everywhere...
Epiphany this morning. Actually, a brilliant idea if no one has already thought it up. Anyhow, you know these Halloween stores- during the summer, they’re fireworks stores, after Halloween, they’re Christmas stores. Junky, Chinese made trash. You love it. You also love the guys standing outside with signs sometimes dressed as Uncle Sam or Frankenstein. Well, what if we do a little bit...
The Secret
As a teenager I used to secretly put holy water on my zits at Sunday Mass. I thought that by applying the water to the blemishes it would make them heal faster. So, after blessing myself, I would apply what was left of the holy water to my chin or cheek or wherever the zits happened to be. The difficult part was discretely making the application in the crowded church, yet doing it fast enough...
“The only upshot to a blackout of that magnitude is that you’re spared the...”
– even six years later, it’s still not okay.
so there you have it →
Version 2.0
I don’t want to be your exotic, like some dark, fragile tower. I’m not your Harlem girl Your Geisha doll banana picker pom-pom chick town whore belly dancer private performer La Malenche or your Venus Hot & Tot Laundry girl.
You know better than any that no one will ever build around me a fetish fantasy with lustful profanity to cage me in and clip my wings, I don’t...
Not a significant source of other nutrients →
and I realized.. →
rachelmasu:
Minus The Bear - Pachuca Sunrise
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“Sometimes, I think it is perceived that you are selfish, and maybe you...”
– And, it’s possible that seeing that message in my inbox when I got home, made me realize what I have, what I have to offer, and why I love to pour that feeling into someone else’s heart.
studying calligraphy
I saw your girlfriend today. She’s fat. She’s an Altoid-Packet moron. I expected someone skinny and fit. Like you. Smarter than you. More deserving of you.
Now, when you see my hands that move you, that created calloused lines of us, my hands which made every ounce of your personality…you just see it. (yes, i know that is harsh.)
my.hands.are.full.
stray dog
I am not a worldly woman.
I am caustic, untrusting, socially awkward… and yet underneath all that – still a little naive. A little innocent. It’s something I think I cover up nicely. So much of my life has been based on survival that I do my best never to show any weaknesses.
I hate attention. I hate being looked at. I almost never wear skirts, or anything that makes me feel I’m on display. The...
wtf
Listen, don’t ask me what I’m saying in my native tongue. You wanna know so badly, go learn it yourself. Twenty years it took me to perfect the language my mothers and her mothers spoke Twenty seconds it took you to ask what me and my sister spoke about? If I said I wasn’t talking to you, why don’t you stop bothering me.
How dare you step to me, invade my privacy, waste...