March 2010
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February 2010
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January 2010
3 posts
MY DREAM COME TRUE: Classical Lebowski yum →
http://www.lebowskifest.com/ →
Where have I possibly been hiding that I didn’t know about this? This is like my dream come true! So there this year…
I can do anything when I’m nothing
That’s why every day
I take off all my clothes and sit down (not) to play
At the silliest of games
Then I strip of all my skin
And then my flesh then bones
And I peel of all my switches
And my love and moans
I peel off all emotion and reality
And then I don’t sit down for a nonexistent cup of tea
That is the sweet point when I can finally
Not sit down...
August 2009
18 posts
I Remembered Why
Hey.
Hey.
Your Neck is (soft) Soft. Its very (oh) its soft
i rub my cheek on your neck
(such cheek! unimaginable cheek!)
so soft so soft
i could just kiss it
(i kiss it)
i saw a picture of your neck
i would kiss it (if i was there)
standing next to you There
in the picture i would be kissing it
Your Neck
Your Soft Neck
i can feel it (feel my lips on it. my cheek on soft skin)
my lips and cheek...
By the Specials. If you’ve ever seen Snatch,...
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Arms
I can’t wait to be out of this fuckhole I call everything I know
A new language that will kiss it all goodbye
Doesn’t matter at the end of every show I’ll always jump like I always did
Into arms that aren’t there never were
Even if they wanted to be never were
I can’t leave lost nothing left to lose; but love
But I’ll never lose it
I want to lose it so there’s nothing left to lose
And I can just...
Essentially
I forgot
How when I’m drunk I sometimes feel bad
And I can’t always brush it off
Even if she tells me to
Because watching them kiss makes me throw up every time
I know where his lips were
Have they touched her breasts? What I experienced with him was the most deeply personal and sexual experience of my entire lifetime so far
But I’m only sixteen
I’m a baby still
A baby in love
But a baby looks up...
But I want to...
I’m too scared to jump
Because arms are never there
Though they’d like to be
June 2009
149 posts
Sweet Dreams, Sweet Knees
Tell them I say hi
Sing to the floor/ to the toes
As they dance pitter patter along the stove
leafing their way across nighttime grove
sneaking out of broken house
asleep and walking in a cloudless nightmare
which forgot all the rest of us
Its because I believe it more than the real world
Me: The middle name is made up. I don't have a middle name.
She: Hm. You do make believe for reasons I don't understand.
One Thing- Mine
Sam: Is there one thing?
Simone: What?
Sam: Is there one thing at the top of the list? One thing that means the world to you, you’d do anything for, the one thing that is everything.
Simone: Yes.
Sam: Do you know what it is?
Simone: I do. Do you?
Sam: I do. I sure do. And no matter what you or anyone else does, that’s not going to change.
Simone: What do you mean?
Sam: When I say I love you, it’s not just to the sky.
Simone: How am I supposed to respond to that? I wish I had a script so I’d know what to say! The first time we met: a year ago. The first we talked on the phone for more than 5 minutes: a month ago. The first time we kissed: A week ago. And yet the way you feel and the way I feel is intensity, magnetic, and strong as goddamn scotch. Burns like it too. My face is hot. Give me a minute to recover, to think. I need more like a freaking year… I’m too old for this….
Sam: You’re in freaking high school!
Simone: Fine then, I’m too young for this. It’s all just too intense for me. I don’t feel like it. My dog ate it. My great great grandfather is dead. I’m having a bad hair day. I’m too tall for this, too dumb for this-
Sam: you aren’t dumb
Simone: too smart, too immature, too whatever, too everything, too nothing.
Sam: Look at me. No, look at me, really look at me. And listen. No, don’t hear, don’t look away, look me in the eyes and listen to me completely. You at least owe me that. I love you, and no matter what I always will. I care about you so much that sometimes I feel as if I go out of my body and just see us from a higher perspective and all I can do is laugh hysterically, because I love you. When you ask me why I’m laughing for no apparent reason that is why. I go full circle and then imagine that, I love you. I care about you. ...I love you. Boy, I need some sleep.
Simone: So basically, you’re using me to legitimize your existence.
Sam: That’s not what I’m saying, You think too much, I-
Simone: That’s scary. But it seems I’ve stumbled into being your meaning, purely by accident
Sam: Its no accident-
Simone: Then it’s funny. I’m tickled by humanity. How ridiculous is love! People are silly…
Sam: This isn’t just silliness! I’m here, I’m talking to you, it means something, get your head straight. You make me so mad, and I so rarely get mad. Don’t laugh at me! Just tell me now. Do you love me? I love you.
Simone: I love you too. I just love everyone else also.
Sam: But then you don’t love me! Am I the only one who can see us from that place?
Simone: I do love you, just not more than other people.
Sam: But I need you to love me the way I love you!
Simone: I do. I just also love everyone else that same way. You can’t seem to understand that it’s ridiculous to ask that I love one piece of life more than another. Its life! You’re confused.
Sam: I’m not confused. I know exactly what I want, and what I want is you. I know exactly what I feel and its love. Love for you. You made me feel capable. You helped me to see things in a different way, and then speak feelings, and then transmute those feelings into actions. You changed me to something more and I love you.
Simone: You’re being silly anyway. I’m not even a real person.
Director: Cut! Good work, just skip the last line. It undermines the whole dialogue. We want to keep it, raw, emotional, very intense, I want to really believe the passion, to really believe that he legitimizes his entire existence with you, so we don’t want to take away from that with some existential shit. Okay, back to ‘I love you’
Simone: You mean this isn’t really real? I’m just some actor in a scene? But I thought I had meaning. I thought I brought meaning to someone’s life. I thought I was loved. Instead I find that I’m just a watery reflection of something meaningful, echoing someone else’s false words before an audience. Before I knew, I thought I was someone’s reason for existence, and that gave me a reason for existence. The meaning of my life was another life. It was something more than 42 or death or…nothing at all. My drivel about reality has come to be true. And I am meaningless.
Sam: I love you
Simone: Merely a line, in a script you’re paid to say. It rings in my ears, silent and meaningless. The meaningless of meaning and the meaninglessness of the meaninglessness of meaning. I’m so empty that I’m full that I’m empty. But it just keeps on ringing and I keep on singing out my lines to camera and you watch me. TURN OFF THE CAMERA!
lolz and hit and run IMing.
“hey ****, i promised myself that i’d stop bugging you but i thought i would round off my asinine-ness by letting you know that i’ve had a crush on you on and off since literally the first day of freshman year when i first noticed you. and i think that are acting really differently with me, and that maybe its because you know and have a girlfriend. but yeah now i’m backing...
Wolfie is heartsick in the literal sense
MINE
appreciating art. listen.
I miss you
I miss you so fucking much. I didn’t know I would. But I swing on swings swinging on the playground missing you and crying little miss crying I MISS YOU so stop forgetting stop being neutral stop acting like you don’t care, if you care, SHOW IT
The fan in my room sounds like a snowglobe
it reminds me of the collection i had as a kid. my dad brought me back one on every trip he went on. last month he brought me back a snowglobe. i threw it away.
keep me cool, fan.
