The Sexiest Tomboy Beanpole On The Planet: November 2006

Tuesday, November 28

the divine comedy

I've been thinking allot recently about exactly which circle of hell my friends and I will be damned to suffer in for eternity. I know, you may think I'm planning too far ahead but eternity is a very, very long time. I have to be sure that I’m going to spend it being whipped and clawed apart by demons with people I like spending my time with-may chance you could fill out this survey and I'll direct any future sins that I will be committing in a direction that will make sure we all get to be flagellated together. Do you think they have Nintendo Wii in Hell?

Take the Dante's" Inferno Hell Test

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Thursday, November 23

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Thursday, November 16

Sometimes I'm afraid of dying not for the sake of the people I do know as for the people I could have

An igloo with a smoke stack

A pinetree askew in the wind

An empty, spinning turtle shell.

Beneath the iris of a cartoon eye

A man no bigger than a saltshaker, scaling the side of a phonebook

An Illustrated book on genetically modified attack butterflies..

The fangs of a snake, one longer than the other.

photo of...

___

'This isn't home Javex, this is park Javex'.

I can't believe that rhinoplasty doesn't actually turn you into a rhino, though with the money you pay, it really should.

IOIO

THE MAN WHO DROPPED THE RESUME

THE GIRL WHO I'D MADE THE ART FOR

The schools I could have gone to.

regrets.

_______

I can feel an

enormous

etradion.

Dont you

huxtable.

An opera?

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Wednesday, November 15

I was sitting at home, all alone . . . I GOT FRIGHTENED. . . . There was nothing . . . but I was very scared.

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Tuesday, November 14

someone call the doctor

Why can't people stay exactly the same-forever? One of (the many) problems with my personality is my total and complete lack of ability to deal with or instigate change. The thought of change makes my insides go all turgid. Makes me feel like this guy:

Does he look happy?! DOES HE!? No, he's not happy at all-That's what change does to you. It allows a tiny alien egg to be implanted into your stomach. After the egg gestates it bursts forth from your Legofied countenance-leaving you an empty, bloody hole to deal with! Meanwhile, the Alien (fresh from your internals) has the idea that it's time to carry on, get on with its life. It packs its bags, gets up, and moves to another city. Leaving YOU holding your heart in your hand (literally) and trying to pick up the pieces (your pieces, which are mostly intestine and a bit of your upper bowel). Now you're left with nothing but a terrible stain on your new carpet [dot.dot.dot] DAMN YOU ALIENS AND DAMN YOU CHANGE!

Labels: ravings

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shabam kills himself

knowledge is both a blessing and a curse-that is all.

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Thursday, November 9

my face rests gently on the keyboard

Well-it's been awhile, and I have no excuses. In fact, this post is only the result of my current fever and incoherent boredom (I'm currently on a between season BREAK at the Festival). All's well in my world at this juncture-much has changed since my last post. Living in Stratford, near my friends and the people I care about so that can't be bad. Maybe I'll put up some pictures of the apartment is anyone still reads this. Maybe I'll continue to post... At any rate it's comforting to know that just a little bit of my distilled essence is still online... waiting...

P.S. In space, no one can hear you snore!

Here is a picture I took this afternoon in St. Thomas:

Broken Windows at the empty St. Thomas Psychiatric Hospital

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