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(2 | You Use Me Ill)

[12 Aug 2005|05:29pm]
[ mood | thevibranthoesofaparlorpalette ]

You know what is the most beautiful thing about being an insomniac? Is that you are able to witness the gradual fading of the night's foreground bleed into the fulgent and bold background before thine starry eyes. And the antithesis of the moon or sun replacing each stubborn purpose becomes a painting within itself; the portrait of an astronomical collision.

(9 | You Use Me Ill)

[07 Jun 2005|01:15am]
[ mood | aboltofcolor. ]

Have you really looked outside your window today?

I did. And there's just a bolt of violet and indigo and electric pink cracking in the spazzy holes in the sky.
You should comment and let me know what is outside your window.

(5 | You Use Me Ill)

[21 May 2005|11:32pm]
[ mood | jevaism'acheterdesbas! ]

Why am I listening to the best mix of random synchronize beats in random order? Maybe I am just waiting for an answer from...Collapse )


Two weeks of discovering new landscapes and mingling despair on trees and leaving my heart in some abandoned floor is going to be W H I M S I C A L and musical. Believe that.

Sophia let's go sew and look for jobs this week. And Dez where the fuck are you girlfriend?! Jessica should read this and know that we're hanging out s00n.


And yes, I'm recruiting my angels.

(8 | You Use Me Ill)

birthdaytime. [30 Sep 2004|03:27pm]
[ mood | itsnotevenmybirthday. ]


HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY KIRSTIE CHRIS!
I am so glad I have you as a little sister because honestly I couldn't ask for such a better crazier wittier RETARDED sister in the whole wide world. Love your big sissy,

annA


Ps. Everyone do me a favor and wish her a happy birthday as a comment on her lj

(97 | You Use Me Ill)

Attention: [06 May 2003|09:51pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

FRIENDS ONLY







Comment or Bleed.

(67 | You Use Me Ill)

Get to know me first. [05 May 2003|09:00pm]
[ mood | anxious ]


The Ravaged Face
by Sylvia Plath

Outlandish as a circus, the ravaged face
Parades the marketplace, lurid and stricken
By some unutterable chagrin,
Maudlin from leaky eye to swollen nose.
Two pinlegs stagger underneath the mass.
Grievously purpled, mouth skewered on a groan,
Past Keeping to the house, past all discretion-
Myself, myself!-obscene, lugubrious.
Better the flat leer of the idiot,
The stone face of a man who doesn't feel,
The velvet dodges of the hypocrite:
Better, Better, and more acceptable
To timorous children, to the lady on the street.
O Oedipus. O Christ. You use me ill.

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