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Sunday, July 17, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
get some
and to this, i thought, "i have patience for only one patient" which is a huge lie. which also is not necessarily relevant right now. anyways, i love you, j, but you spelled a word wrong and now i will run with that...
while i ramble on, listen to this song... click on the fucking link. now. the nuns- lazy
and then later i remembered that someone once told me to be "patience" when i basically told them i wanted to fuck them. be patience. its hard to imagine all the points of interest i saw in this situation. please try and picture all that was being processed between the meat in my head and the outside world. i really don't want to tell someone that i want to fuck them and have them tell me that they think that i should be patience. Patience about what? is your turtle penis too scared? why should i ever have to be patience when i want to fuck a guy, whom i know enjoys the experience just as much as i? and then i remember that, in fact, i am not the only female who is alive and single. i decided, in that moment, i hate that low down, dirty word... patience. especially when it applies to fucking the object of my desire. i am not a girl who likes to wait. yet, i know that if i want to figure anything out, then i must pull back on those reins so that i can seize the day. but there is something to say about the wait and about fate.
now listen to this yum-town. for those of you who may be confused, this is a link, click on it and you might just get some... Freddie McCoy - Gimme Some
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I fall so hard for you
this is some cliff side that just so happens to have water pissing all over the side of it. someone really liked it, so they gave it a name. and they built a bridge. now, we go there. and we are asked to pay parking fees and to carry walking passes. we don't do this shit because it really isn't going to change anything. here this photo depicts one part of this journey. it is not the destination, yet, it can be called such. rather i would like to say that it is only one reminder that we live around a complicated web of crazy spider glue.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
i love dessert... you do too. eat it.
the chocolate watch band
(there isn't really a video, but the song is amazing)
ohhh gahhhhhhhhhhhhh i get little goose pimples all over... sooooo amazing.
(there isn't really a video, but the song is amazing)
ohhh gahhhhhhhhhhhhh i get little goose pimples all over... sooooo amazing.
throw down on 10 to win
so i need a topic. everyday. everything.
today's topic is... sailing.
nah, just kidding haha.
topic... give me 10.
and so be it
give me 10, by kr-kriller.
i was on time to something today. i have been making that a practice of mine, being on time. actually, i was late, but only by choice. i thought that it would be better. my aunt and uncle, you see, they are timely people but i thought that i should give them some time. everyone could use a little time here and there. thyme or time. we might all just benefit from a pinch of each. so back to the time thing. they (my aunt and uncle) get off of work at 5:00pm and so i wanted to be there at 5:10pm or so. i think i did just that, but i forgot to check the time. anyways, point is that i wanted to give them 10. i wanted to give them 10 minutes to take that moment in their lives so that they could appreciate what was going on. is it respect? fuck, i don't know. I'm learning these things as i go on and on and on and on.
so i thought about how this relates to me, because, well... well, because i love to love me. and in loving me, i must relate everything back to me. in my waiting i realized that i enjoy the moments that i have to prepare myself. i just need 10. i can give you 10, i mean, i can try. regardless, the nitty-gritty is that i have fallen ill to that horrible saying " treat others how you want to be treated." and i like to be treated with a notice of 10 minutes and so i told them that i would be there at 5:00pm but i really got there at 5:10pm(ish). i want that from other people. i get that from other people and sometimes i do it for them.
gross.
so fuck it. do things for me and i will do things for you. give me 10. i need ten minutes to think about something. this, of course, applies to only a few things in my life, but my life consists of only a small few important things. so 10, so fucking give me 10. give me 10 doll hairs. give me 10 gallons of Camel milk. give me 10 yards of woven lily leaves. give me 10 bags of child meat and potatoes.
i want to want it all. so give it up.
today's topic is... sailing.
nah, just kidding haha.
topic... give me 10.
and so be it
give me 10, by kr-kriller.
i was on time to something today. i have been making that a practice of mine, being on time. actually, i was late, but only by choice. i thought that it would be better. my aunt and uncle, you see, they are timely people but i thought that i should give them some time. everyone could use a little time here and there. thyme or time. we might all just benefit from a pinch of each. so back to the time thing. they (my aunt and uncle) get off of work at 5:00pm and so i wanted to be there at 5:10pm or so. i think i did just that, but i forgot to check the time. anyways, point is that i wanted to give them 10. i wanted to give them 10 minutes to take that moment in their lives so that they could appreciate what was going on. is it respect? fuck, i don't know. I'm learning these things as i go on and on and on and on.
so i thought about how this relates to me, because, well... well, because i love to love me. and in loving me, i must relate everything back to me. in my waiting i realized that i enjoy the moments that i have to prepare myself. i just need 10. i can give you 10, i mean, i can try. regardless, the nitty-gritty is that i have fallen ill to that horrible saying " treat others how you want to be treated." and i like to be treated with a notice of 10 minutes and so i told them that i would be there at 5:00pm but i really got there at 5:10pm(ish). i want that from other people. i get that from other people and sometimes i do it for them.
gross.
so fuck it. do things for me and i will do things for you. give me 10. i need ten minutes to think about something. this, of course, applies to only a few things in my life, but my life consists of only a small few important things. so 10, so fucking give me 10. give me 10 doll hairs. give me 10 gallons of Camel milk. give me 10 yards of woven lily leaves. give me 10 bags of child meat and potatoes.
i want to want it all. so give it up.
Friday, July 8, 2011
shhhhhhhhh
there is this thing in life, that makes sense when you find it.
until then, rhyme makes no reason and reason inhabits the same realm as the most slothful lies. there's something about that one thing... that one thing that makes you hurt so good that you feel bad. that slice of lemon you find in your ice tea that bites your cornea; that hand holding your hair back when your fucking barfing your brains out; that calm breeze when you realize your dreams are about to come true, but the breeze is too light so you end up losing anyway.
i have one thing. this thing involves me getting something done about the many pits and storms that block the trails of my life in such strange ways. if i should try to tell you about my one hitch, i would say that it goes something to the tune of this…
“problem is, this thing is a huge problem… one that smells the way trash does on a hot day:
familiar, fermenting, filled with flaccid memories of the very recent past. this is a rocky analogy, I understand that. here in lies the quandary: good comes with bad and i really don’t want to loose my good when i rid myself of the bad. i can lose a little bad while simultaneously maintaining and nourishing the good. however, a point of hesitation is destine and i know i want to hold on, but i know i have to let go. if i want this time, i need to think about how time will stand for me.
waste is only the remnants of what once filled one with sustenance.”
Alright, there it is.
until then, rhyme makes no reason and reason inhabits the same realm as the most slothful lies. there's something about that one thing... that one thing that makes you hurt so good that you feel bad. that slice of lemon you find in your ice tea that bites your cornea; that hand holding your hair back when your fucking barfing your brains out; that calm breeze when you realize your dreams are about to come true, but the breeze is too light so you end up losing anyway.
i have one thing. this thing involves me getting something done about the many pits and storms that block the trails of my life in such strange ways. if i should try to tell you about my one hitch, i would say that it goes something to the tune of this…
“problem is, this thing is a huge problem… one that smells the way trash does on a hot day:
familiar, fermenting, filled with flaccid memories of the very recent past. this is a rocky analogy, I understand that. here in lies the quandary: good comes with bad and i really don’t want to loose my good when i rid myself of the bad. i can lose a little bad while simultaneously maintaining and nourishing the good. however, a point of hesitation is destine and i know i want to hold on, but i know i have to let go. if i want this time, i need to think about how time will stand for me.
waste is only the remnants of what once filled one with sustenance.”
Alright, there it is.
Monday, July 4, 2011
I'm the only person on the earth who has ever experienced pain.
this photo can tell you a lot about me. which is not a true statement. 
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Ok, fine.
I love Ben Folds. There, fine, I said it... I'll never get over it, and yes, I fucking dig the new shit. Ya, sure, its not as awesome, but, fuck it. You don't know me.
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