its a nice day to walk 120 blocks...

on monday i'm goin to be hauled of to a condo in bum fuck nice town to be stufft like a pig (food you pervs)...can't wait.I get to see Severina! (my soul sister/mate evil doppleganger of dorky doomness) I just put her name in google, Severina Sol is really a rockstar! holy fuck!...aw my geek is worshiped. She just got a good review in the next issue of Outburn for her project Cylab...i love my rockstars. And i get to see Shane DJ his first massive in drag as Terra Hymen, and and Miss Heather Moon and and Joey Minus who royaly fuckt me over, but i still love him anyway n all the other crackheads if they're still alive or coherent....TODAY CONTINUED...pointlessly bantering.i literally walked about if not more than 100 blocks today, from 42nd to Canal and back. I didn't have to but it was a nice day and i'm prolly gonna miss it here. i sawl Amanda Lepore and Richie Rich on 28th shopping in normal human cloths. I went shopping but forgot how, so I only bought a hat and drank tons of iced coffee...made dinner and clubbing plans for tomarrow.And right now i'm making plans for my trip which is turning into a mini tour! adding to the list, I'ma most likely play @ Mutant Fest in oregon.drat i'm bored. CAWFEE!

crabbycakes

i'm so friggin crabby today.i leave monday, that isn't nearly quick enough. I just need to be pampered for a few days, that never happens to me here, so naturally i can't wait to get out of gotham maddness, for a couple of months. I love this place but i have to leave every six months and get a grip. as soon as people annoy the bejeezus out of me by just breathing or standing too close, i know its time go skip town for a bit. i hung out with my roommate in the city yesterday he said that when i come back i can move up stairs (in the land of lazy living), yeah i dunno...its soothing to know that i'm still welcome here. i guess i'll try to get out clubbing this week its my birthday week, i'm fucking old...tragik-rockstar-overdose-year. so much for developing that new drug habit i was speakin' of.

Just entertain the moo's!

I killed it last night! This whole week I've been a bit nervous about my first burlesque performance. A small quaint burlesque bar in brooklyn run by a MILF named Garret, (gawd hot chicks w/guy names always rock) said that if she liked me she'd give me 25 bux per song performance. ok so i'd never even seen a burlesque show in my life (i hated moolawn rouge), though i have seen and been in a slue of drag perfomances...it's the same thing but drag perfomers are actually entertaining.ANYflippin way burlesque in this place is painful to watch. I was the middle act and still not sure what the hell i was doing there. I went in knowing very well that i wasn't like anything that any of these people have ever seen before. I gave the dj my c.d. walked to the little tiny riser stage and announced that I'm someone from a near future, and that I wasn't going to be taking any of my close off because I won't need to. dressed like a 1920's gangster- fedora, tie, sleeveless pinstripe, fitted slacks, and ATTITUDE. I danced my liquid twitchy wonderments, all 25 people were obviously into it so i danced to an extra song. i was approached by 5 people 3 saying i was the best act...sad really.My friend Leslie was there (she such a good friend always comes to my little gigs in the corners), and was ready to leave after my show, so i went to tell Garrett thanks i have to go. i was offended by this last night- she forced a grin and said "well, you are different definately different" (in my head i'm screaming i know i'm different for fuck sakes where the fuck do i take this weird fucking talent?) but i politely smile and say yeah thanks, she said "i'll have to book you for something else heres 10 dollars" ok so does that mean she almost half way liked me? or i should have taken off my cloths? what ever i'm goin home next week since this isn't workin out.

I'M A PIGEON! the cooing

i dreamt i was a pigieon, not much thought nor feeling goes into bein a pigeion....i'm nervous right now (as pigieons tend to be)haven't left my neighborhood for 3 days and i'm already having anxiety disorders, irratic sleeping patterns, terrible eating habits and AMAZING music production i've written and completed one track everyday. i'm not much for company. not really sad or unhappy, just relaxing and waiting for stuff to happen. lots of bantering in my head.

i'm gettin me a library card!

demicode HighwayCounty Jail5Hobotown20Mt. Happiness44Contentment Meadows154Loony-Bin Lane351Please Drive CarefullyUsername:Where are you on the highway of life?From Go-Quiz.com

i'm just complaining as a proper new yorker should.

Is it a lawn gnome? Is it a cattle proder? No, it's kaleidoscope-Man! More jangly than a semi-aquatic moose! able to go out on the town with a tin foil hat- digesting goat byproducts in a single leaping leotard!ALL YOUR GANGLION ARE BELONG TO US!did the weirdest thing 20 minutes ago, i went to mcdonald's to steal sugar for my cawffee then went pee, there was a smelly lady in the stall, who left her newly purchased coffee by the sink...I walked off with it. so now i have lots of coffee. hence my rambling.ok so do i look like a fucking people person? there are hundreds of empty computer consoles in this place and this shmoo has to sit right next to me and ask how to work the fucking thing and to basically type for him. Why do people like to make me an impatient condescending bitch? is it my flaming red hair that screams- hey look at me i'm an information booth/tech support/jolly companion for yer asshole children.AND WHY are there ghetto flaiming homo thugs and queens prancing about this friggin early demanding attention with bitchy fUcK yous! around me none the less. Mermaid Parade and DYKE MARCH! i'm scheduled to be at a fitting for a fetish fashion show today, but fuck it they're not paying me unless i do it 4 more times.

i'm just complaining as a proper new yorker should.

Is it a lawn gnome? Is it a cattle proder? No, it's kaleidoscope-Man! More jangly than a semi-aquatic moose! able to go out on the town with a tin foil hat- digesting goat byproducts in a single leaping leotard!ALL YOUR GANGLION ARE BELONG TO US!did the weirdest thing 20 minutes ago, i went to mcdonald's to steal sugar for my cawffee then went pee, there was a smelly lady in the stall, who left her newly purchased coffee by the sink...I walked off with it. so now i have lots of coffee. hence my rambling.ok so do i look like a fucking people person? there are hundreds of empty computer consoles in this place and this shmoo has to sit right next to me and ask how to work the fucking thing and to basically type for him. Why do people like to make me an impatient condescending bitch? is it my flaming red hair that screams- hey look at me i'm an information booth/tech support/jolly companion for yer asshole children.AND WHY are there ghetto flaiming homo thugs and queens prancing about this friggin early demanding attention with bitchy fUcK yous! around me none the less. Mermaid Parade and DYKE MARCH! i'm scheduled to be at a fitting for a fetish fashion show today, but fuck it they're not paying me unless i do it 4 more times.

and i ask again...

yesterday was tha longest miserable day i've had in awhile...well, the night mutated into tripping w/ skizoeffectiv and this hot industrial gay boy @ pyramid a place of which i strongly advise, not taking psychadelics in, especially on a night packed with instagoth ghetto kids dancing to 8o's musik. i didn't eat enough to be "faced" (tripping ballz in ny slang) it was more of a mood enhancer and my mood was already a bit foul. the most dramatic epiphany was that i shouldn't be in new york anymore. and i already knew that. so needless to say it wasn't that great for me. usually when i eat funky fungus i'd be a flailing goofball idiot amuzing the hell out of a pole or some shit. we made our way to a diner in west village, um yeah anna the clock was splattered all over that mirror whirbbling and breathing, but u must refrane from telling the whole diner that. fuckin wierdos. mmmm CHICKIN! again thanks for feeding me. i know how hard u worked for that money...te he.i went home to attempt this thing called sleep. insted, i picked up my 5th editon 1938 colligate dictionary...and i ask again:"if she could tell me something what would it be?"i open and my index finger lands on "cupid"such little things make me ok.

i am cravin...

i am craving a fresh bavarin cream filled churro and to stand directly in deadly rays of stupid.fuck me gerenerously with something. really. not. fuckable. or just squirrel wrassle infront of me. yeah.

Merriam-Websters 5th Edition Makes Me Cry.

stayed up balling this morning. I have a funny form of i guess divination, a ouja board type of answering my tuffest quests. I take my Merriam-Websters 5th edition 1938 dictionary, hold it, clear my mind and ask silly consciousness things. today the first question i asked was "if she could tell me something what would it be?" i open and my thumb lands on "expiation: The act of expiating; atonement."my heart definitely panged that fucked up thing it does when u feel a lot for someone.i asked a series of questions and cleared my head of most worries. after crying a lot (holding my dictionary, pathetic image ain't it), the silliest question i asked is why it hurts so much (i'm not used to this hurt feeling, i turn that off usually), i forgot the answer but it was scarrry. now, it only works when there isn't a doubt in my mind about the relivancy of each word. it's a matter of connectiong the words definition, to the question, a lot of multidimensional thinking.anyway, i keep a track of these in my computer, of which i fucking broke the other day, note to self: don't let skeevy porn clips be on loop for too long...ops.i'm too lazy to figure out how to fix it, i'm also too lazy to clean my room, and too lazy in general. i'm tired of things, i'm tired of this, i'm tired of getting lost and losing.over the years, (i don't conceit) people often fall in love with the idea of me. (I know this because i've done this a couple of times the idea is an illusion that is created by the desire for perfection as we all know, impossible.)they find that i'm not this idea i've made, a weird approximation of what i want to be. Because of their own deceit, there is an awakward realization that they can't love me the way i need to be loved...i guess i'm not so ideal because i need not just to be loved, but lots of fucking understanding or at least the scrutinzing attempt of... i don't know. but its in here somewhere, it's a matter of who has the will to pull it out and who i'm willing to let do this, fucking vastness. i'll find it when i stop looking, as they say.i've been loved in many many different sorts, unconditional being the most desperate. the thows of passion, being liberating as it seems, is the most constraining of the emotionally restrained. i know things with my heart more than anyone i've ever known. and i know this- i don't know shit. can i just start over?

compulsatory movements

Burn my fucking soul already.I abide to terminal delude of souls coiling into me.Demanding words to describe the nothingness of my mind.I don't think in words, so I slaughter the english language as I try.This morning, staring threw my reflection, in the dark subwaycar window, repulsed by my appearance.I saw from outside in, a cyanosis riddled woman, pale, naked curled up & pressed against the door window. sort of floating there inside the subway car, black hair flowing, very peaceful, strikingly beautiful. A cyanotic tone about everything.My depth of field shifted into my reflection again,my face had become a majestic catlike human hybrid, an essence of me in a parallel world, I suppose.

crud cruder than crusted crap...ohgr dancer

Lame story but to commemorate that I danced for Oghr, not that he'd give a naked rats ass...it was fun regardless of my cuntiness. had a decent turn out...The musik was fuckin ill at some points, especially Adam X spinning industrial. I danced like I haven't in a while (pfft the night before). Actually I found myself articulating moves I haven't seen in such a long time, with such steady detail (acid tweek acid tweek Tweek acid! but i was sober this time). As the whole room oogled, my body told some demonic story of possesion...not that anyone saw that, I was just some weird flaimin' asian girl sessy dancin.Later as I was tailin Carly out for a cig. I saw anthony and a quick sharp anger busted outa me, as I was denied drink tickets, I fucking screamed at him "Dood I work my ASS off for fucking NOTHING". n made a dramatic exit in front of a lot of people namely some of the SP team.mind me, I went there knowing very well that I wouldn't get any sort of compensation. It was more of a favor to Anthony...I just felt the need to vent after being gawked at & grabbed by nasty men, and being used as kibble for the kibbling masses of blackend clove smoking souls.(gave a type of apologetic gesture later.) People and the all mighty "promoters" don't understand that a this IS work I am servicing a need, with purpose, without girls like us, it winds up being nothing short of a jr. high wall flower sock hop. And it seriously was until I got up on the go-go box under the spotlight...wandering uneasy eyes now had something interesting to watch and feel ok about being flailing white people with no rhythm...(it's ok man she distracts everyone "i can dance too" kinda thing) There were these two girls (sweet i'm sure), I was yelling about, they took over the go-go box with out asking and were generally shity dancers. I was told to just go kick em off..I explained that I let them do it because it's the only thing they've got to feel included (hypocritical are we?), one of them over heard me...I didn't even feel bad. I should be pommeled and made to lick the armpits of despair. I'm not this mean but I get a little fed up sometimes and if you're in the crossfire...pft good luck with the feelings part.I was bitching outside for a minute, got ten bux outa the other promoter and went on my merry way to battle one of those late raver stcragglers who just started the whole "rave" thing...bleh how'd they get in, fuck wads need a skooling or two.the beginning of some sort of end. i'm losing a sense of real purpose...again. i just need a squeeze a main squeeze mein. hrmf. You're flattered by someone's attention, but their intensity might make you feel a little self-conscious. But hey, you really are fabulous -- bask in it while you evaluate their other qualities honestly. It'll take an army of details to hold you back, so get busy brushing them out of your way one by one. You've got the patience and you've got the brainpower, so work it on out.You don't need anyone who's merely second-best. You've done second-best and you know you can do better. So hold out. Someone who's really top-notch will come along. month love?You're in the mood to love 'em and leave 'em on the 1st and 2nd. Whether you actually do that is another story. Certain chickens come home to roost between the 3rd and 8th. If you once hurt somebody, he or she is slow to trust again. Gamblers are at a disadvantage on the weekend of the 5th when someone else holds all the cards. Of course, there's still the ace of hearts that you pull out of your sleeve on the 9th or 10th, but aren't you a little too mature for this kind of emotional thrill seeking? Maybe not, especially if someone is kissing and telling on the 12th or 13th. A little reputation adjustment seems to work in your favor. From the 14th through 25th you're all charm and subtle pressure. But after the 17th you're looking for more than just satisfaction and another feather in your cap. Between the 19th and 22nd there are hopes and whispers about long-term partnership. From here it looks like your own personal summer of love. Passionate couples stub their toes on core issues around the 27th, but the healing lasts well beyond the hurt. Emphasize your undying commitment on the 29th.

intence bacon

I haven't eatin meat in a week or two and I didn't eat at all yesterday. So my body was screaming "Sustenance!" so I figgered on a jr.bacon cheeze booger (ya know, the five food groups: bread cheese meat lettuce tomato mayo). I've always been able to finish a booger or two, but I could barely eat half of this one...Ok so I might be a little anorexic lately but I do eat once a day, at least, 'cept yesterday...hey man give me money for SEF the "Save Eeah Foundation" then maybe I'll eat more than cawffee and trail mix.Anyshit,The Batcave was fun as it gets after key bumps and drinks, dry humped carly in front of every one woot! a full 15 secs, what a lady...my she's tawll. Aquired another stalker. Danced Danced Danced to actual industrial not none of this synthpop shit.um acquired another wierdo obsesso freak...uh anna tell your roommate i'm a BIG FAT HAIRY DYKE n I don't shave my upper lip. I have an offer to move to LA for a month to be in a documentry, free room n board with 19 other artists in a downtown LA warehouse...Well we're in the email taggin part of it right now so I shouldn't jinx it. BACUUUUNNN!I've tuned out my 6th sense, the lack of sanity for fuck sakes I need a break. The problem was always that I didn't know how to turn it off...now that I've found that switch, I can't switch it on at will...loose wiring, I guess.

th' word insipid, keeps poopin in muh head

Whew! I'm a bizzy gurl this week!Tonight:I have a hip hop dance audtion at B Lo's...then I'm hoppin ova to tha Batcave. Sunday:I'm Dancing & performing for Mythadral at the Skinny Puppy after party.Monday:work a crap day job.It's funny I have an audtion in hollywood that I can't make. A Burlesque audition! Rather, I'm here in NY & will be fitted & rehersing for a fashion show, they pay after 4 shows...ugh I need money like yesterday, they want to use me again the next week, so I'll stick to it.Tuesday:Fashion ShowWednesday:I have an audtiotion at Crobar, that I have yet to prepair for...Thursday:Honey will be landing here.Friday:crap day jobI had something friggin if i can remember. Sometime during the week I'm in a Video for "Just Landed" some wierd space band with elaborate costumes...this is just all fine n dandy...but i want spiffy n neato.eh.my ugly boots..."hey you shouldn't be wearin those boots! It's summer now!"(yet another) SUV idiot shouts."hey I'll pretend I didn't hear that! Ugly people shouldn't give fashion advice!"I retorted.yeah I look silly, the more people hate on my boots the more I want to wear'em...INSIPID.

slander

Slander!

deadly-rays-of-stupid/ Whack Job dream

My brain is all swelt up in this heat. i can't eat sleep or think.i throwed up last night after 4 coronas @ NYC aggressions found that i don't mind being a dom.well, after 4 coronas.i was a guy running from mobsters with guns.it was like watching myself in a movie.running in a dark ally, i leaped under a car to hide, i could see the guys searching under the cars. I started to burrow into the dirt.(this is where it gets wierd) the big bald guy crawled in then the dirt turned into my bed spread, I held my breath. The bald dood layed on his back on top of me, and sarted whackin off and saying "gawd I hope thats not you cilene dion, GAWD I HHope thats not you Celine Dion" In the midst of the "whack job" I grabbed his gun a slender black 9mm semi-automatic (found the exact pic), but I morphed into Michelle Rodriguez held him against a wall, aimed point blank at his stomach, thought about it and totally missed, then the guy i was before came up from behind, grabbed the gun and it was me again, i shot the bald dood very swiftly and specifically in 3 pressure points both his shoulders /armpit area and one groin /inner thigh area. cz 100 9mm i distinctly remembered the specs...odd. The morphing into different interacting characters, is from what I recall, new. It seems that would be symbolic of how I cope & deal with things in life. I handled the situation in the end, I stopped what I was running from (odd that it was a guy jacking off um can't pin point that symbolism could be many things). One facet of me was bold enough but thought too much to finish, another facet an unemotional one, had to step in and efficiently take care of it with out thinking. The 3 pressure points seemed important...(Interesting, I was so curious I looked it up: vital pressure points in the armpits..."The Death Touch" in martial arts. I didn't know that.)

squirrel wrassling, kibbling & quibbling

i crawled into bed with a girl named darryl wearing a legwarmer on her head and anna, kinda twisted into each other like where does that leg lead to. WOOT! half nekit sweaty chicks, naw unfortunately nuffin happened, we're just the crackheads goin to bed @ 7am. woke up to shouting weirdos and car alarms in this wretched heat. i felt the need to walk, so i walked across the williamsberg bridge, lots of junk to think about.i stink like dirt, my feet are killin me. i have no appetite, i haven't for a week. gettin scrawny, a steady diet of nuts, berries & fruit any wonder i smell like dirt.watched squirrels wrassle in union square for a bit. picked up some money, still not hungry enough to eat, maybe i'll treat myself to harry potter, i enjoy movies much more when i'm alone i generally like being alone actually i obsses about it sometimes.i'm so uninspired, stagnant comes droning in like a three tined cataclysmic fuzz.my writing suffers, i'm not attuned to the antiquity of my subconscious, and infinities of speaking universe.can't cry, can't be angry, happy, sad, frusterated. fuck, am i useless and indifferent. name = ÆAH (but people annoyingly can't type Æ so Eeah is fine.)piercings = ears & took out my lebret for the 328 time height= 5 foot nothin.shoe size = 5 1/2-6siblings = a few.[LAST...]movie you watched = Headwigmovie you bought = Deadly China Hero or Brothers Quaysong you listened to = i dunnocd you bought = terrence fixmer cd you listened to = mine.person that's called you = psychically? i don't have a fone.[DO...]you have a crush on someone? = at any given moment no, but sometimes yes, it's a habit.you wish you could live somewhere else = i wish i could live in more than one place at once.you think about suicide = nope.you believe in online dating = i try everything more than i need to.others find you attractive = i guess?you want more piercings = yes orbits in the conch of my earsyou like roller coasters = yep.you write in cursive or print = print & kanji lookin print. depends on the subject[FOR OR AGAINST...]long distance relatiionship: they usually don't work out but i do them anyway.suicide = it's a choice we're capable of making but i don't favor it.people = only the evolution of.smoking = again choice.gay/lesbian relationships: in one respect it's great population control, and who better to work each others units.[HAVE YOU...]ever cried over a boy = noever cried over a girl = yesever lied to some = by accident.ever been in a fist fight = uh. only when i was a kid livin in da ghet'to[WHAT...]shampoo do you use = i don't.shoes do you wear = my cybercowgirl wannabe ugly bootsare you scared of = nothin. literaly.[NUMBER...]of times I have been in love? = lets just say i can't count them on both hands.of times I have had my heart broken? = everytime.of hearts I have broken? = i don't know.of times my name has appeared in the paper? = none.[DO YOU THINK YOU ARE...]pretty = no.funny = only to me.hot = no but kinda sweatyfriendly = when i feel like it.amusing = not the right word.loveable = i guess so. in that "can i put you in my pocket" or "can i take you home and put you on my shelf" annoying kinda way.caring = depends.sweet = sometimes.Cool = definately not.[FAVOURITE...]5 letter word: fuckrActor/actress = don't make me think that hard.Cartoon: invader zim. adult swim. æon flux. ak thats gonna be a long list.Cereal: a bowl of surreal.Chewing gum: the 35cent kindColor(s): Red, teal, silver, mauve. the in between colors.Color nail polish: metalic teal green or blackday of the week: mondayLeast fave day: sundayFlower: venus fly trap (is that flower?)Jelly flavour: scrawberry... i do not think you are ready for this jelly.Jewelery: black jelly braclets i never take off, my salvador dali lookin watch.Summer/Winter: winter.[FUCK this is too long. and dull. points if you scrolled this far][Person who last.. ]Slept in your bed: uhm...devonSaw you cry: dun rememberMade you cry: i'm sure a stoopit cuntYelled at you: samantha Sent you an email: leslie[Have you ever.. ]Said "I love you" and meant it? yes i only say it if i mean itKept a secret from everyone? yep. much of my exisitence here on earth is.Cried during a movie? a long time ago i think.Planned your week based on the TV? no.Been on stage? yes lots.Been to New York? live here.Been to California? third home.Wished you were another gender? yeah as a kid i wanted to be a boy but i've grown to liking my girlness now that i know how to work my parts.What time is it now? 11:14 pmthat was rather tedious. learn anything new?

I repeat assfucking tight jumpsuit!

nothin cures my pooy moods more than reading old entries, well sex & drugs would be good but i ain't got no more drugs n i ain't sexin no goverment cheese."fuck me harder with something gross damn damn damn...more reasons to bitch! i'm not even pmsing what the assfucking hell in a handbag and tight jumpsuit for? damn coke head. never more never more never more. oh the huumaannnitty of it awwlllll!!!!AAGGHHHH ;D"26-6-2003"one minute i love more then the next i love less what the fuck! its that fucking Gemini venus alignment i have...clingy but pushy, clingy but wierdly running away at angle backwards into a stupid pole of DOOM with many personalities squishing out upon impact.eh. i'm so blatenly a schmoo if i weren't me i would date me and wonder "whhyy is your heeaad soo bigg why is it so big" and "talk that crazy squirrel talk baby" to deal with me is like i guess dealing with a sloppy taco a corny crunchy shell with inner many contrasting layers a creamy & cheeze toppings, watery vegginz,then the meaty bottom... ehh ok BAD analygy. again i thought i had a point...but ehhh nope lost it."i want me a PINK TACO!!15 mins left

tragik magik

i woke up curled up on a recliner, to an absolutly love starved white cat with leamur eyes, the lil head butts & kitty squeeks were enough to make anyone ooze with mooshiness, she curled up with me and rubbed her head all over my face. I sorta wanted to cry, this cat felt that wierd emptyness i want to fill. astrologically this is correct. but astrology is like a pot hole you see it and have a choice to walk around or right into it...today i opted for the ridiculous choice. the design of me.

i'm not an emotional drunk damn it

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23 Windows & burnt carcassess

gawd stop bein so weird eeah. its embarrassing.so since i was soo tired last night after checkin e-mails for the 39484 time, i went to 23 Windows in bushwick on belvedere... to drink beer, squeek at friends, and dance like no one is watching. found 5 people i used to work with there, wierd. my roommate plays the illest freetekno i couldn't stop dancing. as the sun came to burn my retinas, i was chatting with my friends gorgeous hungarian girlfriend, in the little broken german that i know. she tried to teach me hungarian and was amazed at my linguistic acrobatics to accent like a hungarian. (germans were amazed at this too). she taught me that shimmey shimmeying is good. yes i like to shimmy shimmy. i taught her shi shi is the kind of bathroom she'd like to live in.YAY! burnt carcassess! i'm going to a bbq in long island in an hour, i've never been to long island. the virus crew is throwing a yearly day thingy at someones house so its hardcore ho-down and burnt MEAT! + 2 kegs...i should be job hunting but i'm hungry. okbye.

never startle a gerbal

You Are Dr. Weird The Ultimate Aqua Teen Hunger Force Quiz brought to you by Quizillacase in point:If you act standoffishly towards my pigeon, I'll grit your your yer terrorsock.Oh yes, you can meddle in the affairs of me, and you can poke me eye, and you can quibble over my napping contestants, but you won't change the way I grin impishly at my lint brush lint. I relentlessly desire your custard tongue between my eyelids. Apparently, my "eyes glow like two livers, burning in the sun."My bum used to be a sleepwalking spaceship.would you like a possessed chickin nugget?

Laundry day.

i should sue mcdonalds! as i'm waiting for my load of skibies to wash, these cute little kids decided i needed company. i turned my head for a sec and a happy meal toy came a flyin at me bean...i turned back and the little girl smiled & said it wasn't hers, i looked at the boy n told em it almost hit my head...he cocked n loaded and didn't miss this time, i had to run out side and hock a loogie. anyway i gots a new club job that i'm not particularly proud of, not sure that i even want to do it.ever like hurry to get ready for something and decided you had enough time to masturbate? toys are handy. if a friend were there they'd been gettin' lucky. i wonder was it the hightend heart rate &/or that i looked hot...eh whateva all the pheremones got me the job, i bet.

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GO HOMO! NO STAY THERE! New York or The Wild Wild West Stay its New Fuckin Yawk! Go its time to "grow up" what ever that is. Stay til last call. Go BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM...damn foreigners. Stay with me I'll take care of you. Go, but come back & stay with me when ever u want. i think i've decided but i can be easily influenced.

CHICKUN!

What are you wanted for? by meteoricNameAgeCrimeShoplifted a frozen chickenReward for capture$270,548Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

critical paranoia split your visions in new directions

a psychogenic disordernow quiz me with your sock puppet and tell me of your super human powers, and please avoid thinking of my orgasmic launch pad, i mean geez, would you rather cheer the arrival of transmundane beings or wiggle me? "Smile, dance and talk of inconsequential things."be forwarned i am not particular to vector junkies but sometimes data pimps are loin girders.Its a far far better thing I do than to require that you find me a hammer and pummel me with all due diligence, but yet remember that it is I, who keeps you from aligning too much with the range of the enigma engine.Would you rather put the wind up a shockproof cow or buckle me? with all regards to respect,a thirsty poet creates a poor death...yeah wiggle me."if you don't stand for something you shall fall for everything"...and for everyone

SPF 30 & O.D.ing on caffine.

Um I won't kiss your ass 'cause everyone else's lips have been there. (if you have the audacity to think i'm talking to you then yeah you.)The sun isn't so scurry under a nice layer of SPF 30...So the interview this Friday is actually a gig for a club I've never fucking heard of. So if I've never heard of it, then it's bound to be relatively lame, whatever it pays well. I also have a dance audition in west chelsea next Wednesday. For odd reasons or not, I've been speaking american (improper english...lets not say "ghetto") in my head all day. I really am some what literate, and I absolutely hate double negatives, it's kinda funny with complex thoughts. wait. usually I don't think in words, what the hell is going on? I'm recieving transmission from someone not so well versed? I suppose (erm yeah disregard me as insane then move on). ANNND Thhen, "Won't chew take me to funky town" marches around me noodle. Vividly out of proportion vocal imagination I don't remember why i wrote that in my phone book.Today i gots me 60bux fer free and it's free iced cawfee day in my neighborhood drunken donuts! scored 2...caffine overdose!! I feel like i'm on the verge of a tourettes attack...WHEN TURreTS ATTACK would be a great reality t.v. show! woudinit? I can say that cause i have a cool friend who has tourettes and I like it when he twitches and smacks at imaginary bugs.

i'm sleepy now.

Well I just worked out an interview for Friday...I'm delirious, I think it's that awful sphere of piss colors in the sky. Eeah's Daily Cancer Forecast Quickie: No two investment strategies are the same. Put your trust in someone you admire. Overview: A very delicate situation is about to take a very surprising turn. Will you be shocked? Probably not. Delighted? Yep. This could be exactly what you've been praying for. Changing conditions can be exciting -- or a little anxiety-provoking, depending on your state of mind. Still, don't bring any gloom and doom home with you. Leave your adventurous persona at the door. Once you're in the presence of love and compassion, there's no need to compete or measure. Maybe you can't explain what makes you feel good, but you'll never exclude it for that reason. As long as you feel this inner strength, you won't let anyone else, even if they're well-meaning, define your needs for you.

aw geez another stalker...no silly i'm that other asian looking girl.

demicode's LJ stalker is number_7!number_7 is stalking you because they have you confused with someone else whom they love. They are also not very liked around here!LiveJournal Username:LJ Stalker FinderFrom Go-Quiz.com Number_7 though you are uber hot, I'd have to get to know u better, so that you may commence seeing me pick my nose in private. Soo which is your favorite the Tranformers or Voltron? Then we will test your absorbencey.I once met this psytrance-guy-of-conscious-expanding-doom, who calls himself Level 7. Seriously, in person you have to call him Level 7. I found out his real name is something like Bob, yeah Level 7 is better. THE END.

Nothing is broken

Oogling at the wonder that is snot, lots of it...where does all that snot come from?! cheez & crackers got all moldy! Ooo and herman or herbert the bird that died in front of my house has been decomposing very well! The magots and what-nots ate all the meat & grissle clean off...Such a bad ass skull, he kept on gettin a bit squished & moved around so I put a pile of leaves over him so he wouldn't get cold or swept away. I'ma soak him in bleach and make an art piece or something. The other day I on my way to sell some cloths to Beacons Closet in b's berg, I was reading Neil Gaimans American Gods. I had to quickly get off the train so I just threw my book into the bag of cloths I. They seemed to like 6 of 8 pieces, so I gots me 30 bux for crap I didn't want! I was nicely surprised so I went to the city to have a nice lunch...I sat down antisipating the next chapter...They took my book! Fuck, I was just getting to some exciting part! I didn't want to go back and ask for it, may have been that they bought that from me too, but they don't even sell books, o'well. anyway that was a lame story.off to make more lame stories.note: technical fuck up- I ment to keep yesterdays entry private...I don't like whining and having others knowing how much of a damaged & tragik junky I am, rather, have been. I have an amazing capacity for healing. move on move on nothing to see here. Happy Birthday Severina! I love you conditionaly unconditional!... See I don't forget fuck she's 31! Looks younger than me, bitch.

Trail Mix bulimia & the art of nothing

The kind people Mom & Joe "the Sheaffers"... Sent a lovely care package of ramen, 3 pound container of cawffee, 4 5 pound bags of trailmix and other dried fruit medelies...I ate about 2 pounds of trail mix...I don't recall wanting to be bulimic in my life, til now. The 2 pounds look as though I've gained 10. I look so silly! Scrawney limbs and a major pot belly =] like an ethiopian with pizzaz!I tried my roommates method of existance... I sat and watched vh1 for a billion hours. My life had been empty and unsatisfying up until now...I watched the "Awsomely Bad..." shows I feel complete. [note & insert sarcasim in there]Yes and may rabid squirrels chase your nuts.

RainBlo BINGO!

Las night this bish skizoeffectiv made me go to RainBlo BingO!! @ Lucky Changs (this is the epitome of wonderful obscurities in NYC LOVE IT BITCH) If I hadn't been up for nearly two days I'd woulda stayed longer! Stitch whom I haven't seen in literally 2 years was there I didn't even reckognize his pretty face!Anyway I'm not really all that lonely if I can leave my house often which I hadn't been...So now I'm a morning person bleh.I have some weird dreams to speak of but no time...