June 2009
0 posts
And then there was...
Feeling quite ill, I just cut the chord. Now I’m truly alone. I’ve held on to that last hope, bit of connection, but no more. It’s just pathetic. I need to prove to myself that I don’t need it. I feel like I’m losing something, but what I’m really afraid of losing it that consistency. That person who calls you everyday (whether you pick up or not), who you know...
May 2009
15 posts
8 Types of Toxic Personalities............ →
“You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to...”
– Woody Allen
Sailing Onward
I need to train myself not to pick up the phone, no matter how many times in a row he calls. I usually give in around the 5th call, because I cannot stand the perpetual ringing of my cellular that signifies me letting go with each note. With each ring, I feel a piece of myself slipping away (ironically, pieces that probably need to be purged anyway). The ship has been sinking and I’m in the...
Joseph Cambell and the Power of Myth is on...
I think you're crazy, maybe.
Time is constantly strangling me with it’s gnarly hands. Wanting it to speed and then reverse, slow, or stop but never being able to actually decide for myself which is eventually to occur. I want to spend time with time, learn its secrets, its weaknesses.
“Red wine and sleeping pills Help me get back to your arms Cheap sex and sad films Help me get where I belong
I think...
Dear Radiohead,
Please take me away tonight.
“I’m too pure for you or anyone.”
– Sylvia Plath
“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.
Here we will sit, and let the...”
– Mr. Shakespeare
C: I just get embarrassed when I think about being myself.
C: But think about how embarrassing it is NOT being yourself.
April 2009
33 posts
Moonstruck
The wine we drink through the eyes The moon pours down at night in waves, And a flood tide overflows The silent horizon. Longings beyond number, gruesome sweet frissons, Swim through the flood. The wine we drink through the eyes The moon pours down at night in waves. The poet, slave to devotion, Drunk on the sacred liquor, Enraptured, turns his face to Heaven And staggering sucks and slurps The...
This Day.
Today.
After all this time, I feel like I’m a part of my life again for the first time in awhile. I was living through these things happening to me, but with no control. I feel like a robot at times. Finally, a choice, I’m moving to Minneapolis and going to the Guthrie Theatre Program. I feel really humble. This feels right, I feel like I’m shedding my metal robot skin and...
Karma Police-Live.
I can’t quit my...
Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write....
A Creeping Weed.
I hate social ladder climbing nosey nancys who try to creep their way back into your life, only to rip you apart and pass judgements for their own fulfillment. These people are weeds. Pull them out!
My Frilly Easter Bonnet
“In your Easter Bonnet, with all the frills upon it
You’ll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade!”
Today I realized what a phenomena Christianity actually is. You can believe it or you don’t have to believe it, thats up to you man, but isn’t it just absurdly incredible that millions of people believe (or pretend to believe) in one common thing that is A. not...
We Sell Coffee, Not Sex Asshole.
Roles:
Customer: (age 25, meathead, an abundance of swirly tattoos, red cap)
Me: (19, clearly over her job as a cashier/ barista in the Barnes and Nobles Cafe but still making somewhat of an effort, slightly quirky)
Customer: Hello there sweetheart. How are you?
Me: Fine. What can I get for you today?
Customer: A venti coffee and a venti hot chocolate.
Me: Anything else?
Customer: (shifts eyes and begins to laugh) Yeah actually there is something else you could help me with.
(pause)
Me: (begins to laugh uncomfortably)
Customer: You were smiling at me.
Me: Right. Your drinks will be up at the end.
Customer: Thank you sweetheart.
Since when did Starbucks become the cover up for a brothel?
The audacity of some men never ceases to shock me.
Conclusions
What Miss Trinity and I came up with late last night:
centurygirl:
We may some day have to answer to the giant marshmallow man from Ghostbusters. So, be a good person.
Humanity is naturally inclined to abuse and be abused.
You can never really know a person fully and completely, but you can come pretty close.
Unless you are president or an assassin, you will go unsung in history books....
I'm Itching for Interest.
“But when the restraining influence of the school was at a distance I began to hunger again for wild sensations, for the escape which those chronicles of disorder alone seemed to offer me. The mimic warfare of the evening became at last as wearisome to me as the routine of school in the morning because I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not...
Emily Dickinson
Part One: Life CXXXIII You cannot put a fire out;
A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
Upon the slowest night.
You cannot fold a flood
And put it in a drawer,
—Because the winds would find it out,
And tell your cedar floor.
centurygirl:
marianne faithfull :) my favorite...
Nefertiti is Two Faced. →