| swearin at abbie |
[Jun. 19th, 2008|12:20 am] |
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fuck if you know where you're going means why can't we stay here and pretend to be twenty two forever even though we're both twenty five and scared to death.
upon meeting, you were drunk as hell and i pretended that i wasn't envious of the way you pronounced your words when you laughed.
i wondered what we were like when we weren't wearing words and if we didn't smile so much from hurt, then what were we smiling from?
you're not the same as you were three years ago on that night when we met and you were drunk as hell and i pretended i wasn't envious of the way you pronounced your vowels when you laughed. but i'm not the same either though i was never an industrialist.
i felt like i was being watched by millions of people and it was seen by everyone but me when you said you felt like going out on your own to find yourself even though i said you're right here.
you showed me your old photos and said i was a cunt when i laughed at your dad's mullet, you said he loved it. they were real artistic and i felt like i was sitting in the foreground on a tire swing above the grass despite severe allergies.
remember when you played "aue claire da la lune" on your piano by the wwindow for the first time. i said to dust that shit off but you refused and said it sounds better this way with the dust in between the keys and the dust that isn't on it now that it's being sold away to an old couple in missouri.
you wanted so badly to be an artist and i just wanted symmetry or world peace.
though you never did become the next yoko ono and i was never considered the female john lennon.
i am still living and i hope you do the same. |
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| anonymous letters to an editor |
[May. 31st, 2008|01:16 am] |
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| |  anxious | ] |
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| | regina spektor - small town moon | ] |
If you saw my facial features today you wouldn't recognize them except for my freckles, they have never left. If I would have known a week earlier that I would spend my last pay check on my clothing to wear to your day of passing I would have spent it on mode of transportation and a haircut. I would visit your home and tell you things that I meant to and pretended to forget about. I will not mind when your wife widens her eyes and lowers her eyelashes in politeness in that I am an old friend and therefore a guest as well. I was a guest to you once for a minute and you stayed at my home much too long. I didn't see you leaving until long after it happened when the windows were dusted off. I have made a lot of friends and gone places that I was happy to write to no one in particular about. But small details are unimportant and I never came to visit and you only contacted me to make musical recommendations that were subconsciously ignored. |
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| Palpitations/Goldfish |
[Feb. 3rd, 2008|09:05 pm] |
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| |  calm | ] |
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| | the microphones - samurai sword | ] |
you bought your own car
go to the grocery store, go to the grocery store
buy new things, get some good pickles
take her with you home, you have such great bones
you tell her if she unravels you'll be the sewing machine
that puts her back together, you'll make her
pet dog feel better
he went to the vet last week
he's a dalmation but somedays when i look for you too much
i get small heart palpitations
i wrap my scarf around my neck and get up and go out
well, i know i should
but i prefer to stay in
and talk to my little friend gold fish
there's a sticky gold vine here
and it grows over everything |
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| 1941. |
[Jan. 12th, 2008|10:31 pm] |
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| |  weird | ] |
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| | adam green - bluebirds | ] |
Excitement was genuine until 1941. Then it was stretched. Children are small but they are not small minded, you learn quickly. Still each little bit of good news was exaggerated. Our hands would extend upward in giddiness just for the arrival of the clock striking three minutes until six minutes past noon. I awoke with red marks around my eyes which I pretended were roses. I have long since wished to write a fictitious story. My children are young and have life left and I want for them to be free and I want what they want, what everyone wants but will never receive. |
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| Teenage pregnancy done differently. |
[Dec. 31st, 2007|12:59 am] |
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| |  sleepy | ] |
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| | antsy pants - tree hugger | ] |
I have been anticipating seeing Juno (with a slight impatience) since October and have now finally had the chance to. Before even seeing the movie I assumed that I would like it a lot. I soon found that I was right.
The experience of pregnancy has been gaining a lot of attention lately - you can tell by reading through every tabloid at the grocery store. So Juno seems to have come at a very opportune time. Normally teenage pregnancy is a subject that is dealt with seriously so it was good to see a movie showing it in a completely different way than it usually is.
The film begins with Juno MacGruff (who is played by Ellen Page) finishing off an entire jug of Sunny Delight while walking to the drug store for her third pregnancy test. As it did the two previous times, the test shows up positive The pregnancy was completely random and the father was Paulie Bleeker (Michael Cera), a boy in her grade who she has always been friends with.
After Juno found that her baby was definitely "up the sprout" it was time to think of what to do next. The first alternative was abortion which did not go well. Juno knew from the minute she saw the positive sign on the pregnancy test that she wasn't ready to have a kid. So her best friend Leah then suggested to look in the PennySaver section in the newspaper for adoption ads. Right next to the available pets section.
They soon found a couple with the names of Mark and Vanessa who were genuine and pretty cool looking. After meeting them and being asked if she was positive in her decision, Juno replied that she would give the baby to Vanessa and Mark right now if it didn't look a bit like a sea monkey. But of course, with every movie plot there are unexpected happenings to make you guess what happens in the ending - which was very good also.
Teenage pregnancy is met with all different kinds of opinions. But Juno didn't confront them which is refreshing for a movie since it leaves no room for someone to disagree and immediately claim that they dislike the movie. As for Juno's parents they were supportive through the whole thing and added a lot of humor to the situation. The social aspect of young pregnancy was shown; Juno was stared at by everyone in the hallways of school and was not enjoying her growing size and the fact that she had to have elastic in the waists of her jeans.
One of the main reasons why I guessed that I would like the film before seeing it was its soundtrack. It plays perfect songs for each moment and is fully unique and just as good at the same time. It also has a lot of Kimya Dawson songs in it which is never a bad thing. Juno, the character herself, is extremely funny and each line could be used as a quote. It took a while for the movie to be in most movie theaters since it has just recently been advertised more. So now that it has arrived locally,I think you would enjoy Juno very much and receive a lot of laughs from it. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 24th, 2007|12:53 am] |
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| | regina spektor - devil come to bethlehem | ] |
"This is the interactive city," she says. "You have to try really hard to be lonely here. Just walking around you can't stay in a bad mood. Once I was feeling really lonely and sad, and then I saw two nuns Rollerblading in full habits, and I thought, 'All right, God, I get it! The world is funny, I should get over myself and laugh.'" |
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| Soundwaves. |
[Sep. 10th, 2007|09:57 pm] |
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| |  rushed | ] |
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| | regina spektor - hallelujah | ] |
I started with my feet at everyones' heads. A sound shook my ears, then my mouth sang pretty words into my microphone. Guitar noises reminded me of rain puddles and I was splashing through them with my favourite pair of boots on.
As I ascended forward I began to realize that the heads were not at my feet anymore. This time it was their hands. In my hair, neck, and eyes but not in my socks. No one ever tells you how cold cement feels after splashing through rain puddles. Then my mouth stopped singing to me and more pretty words never came forth to show how they've progressed through adolescence.
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| eva braun. |
[Jul. 16th, 2007|01:18 pm] |
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| |  indifferent | ] |
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| | kate nash - we get on | ] |
station calls, walking in solitude through royal halls
man made lipstick with the caps screwed on so tightly
I can't get them off with my hands
the morning that we were to be wed, I woke up before dawn
to take one last lustful look at the city;
it was littered with bodies; all of them dead
I stood beside you as the bombs rained from the sky
I was the only one left in the world attached at your side
I sat beside you in a bunk, the air was stuffed with defeat
but I still think we have one more chance to win
sipping on poisonous liquid, I feel my eyes start to finally close
seconds later I heard a loud shot and all was peaceful again
I felt my legs and then the rest of me being slipped
into heat until nothing was left to feel but a hint of recognition.
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| Fire. |
[Jun. 14th, 2007|12:34 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | motorists | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  frustrated | ] |
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| | kimya dawson - fire | ] |
It seemed like everyone i knew was dying
i looked in the mirror and i was on fire
somebody yelled out "hey, stop, drop, and roll!"
i said "that might save my skin, but it won't save my soul.
that might save my skin, but it won't save my soul"
you swallow hard and you bottle it up
try to pretend you're a half full cup
believe what they're feeding, you're eating it up
while i'm reading books about how they're corrupt
i'm reading books about how they're corrupt
he says he protecting us but he's a liar
i know deep down that it's down to the wire
my heart will stop if i put out the fire
as long as i'm burning
i'll keep on yearning
to save the world
not sure how but i'm learning
since what they call the beginning of man
blood has been shed for the rape of the land
they call it civilized, i call it crap
our only hope is to look further back
our only hope is to look further back
[Fire Lyrics on
http://www.lyricsmania.com/]
if we really want for this world to survive
we'll just take what we need to stay alive
it's a mistake to just take and not give
it's not true that we must murder to live
it's not true that we must murder to live
he says he protecting us but he's a liar
i know deep down that it's down to the wire
my heart will stop if i put out the fire
as long as i'm burning
i'll keep on yearning
to save the world
not sure how but i'm learning
and telling the truth the best way that i'm able
placing my cards all face up on the table
it's okay to be scared, you do don't hafta act tough
take all that pain and turn it into love
take all that pain and turn it into love
and let your emotions be fuel to your flame
being on fire will keep you awake
if somebody yells out "hey, stop, drop, and roll!"
say "that might save my skin, but it won't save my soul.
that might save my skin, but it won't save my soul" |
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| M. I. Lopukhina |
[May. 3rd, 2007|06:21 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | anxious | ] |
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| | yeah yeah yeahs - phenomena | ] |
Setting up was the worst of all. First they prepared my resting place. My only view, the walls surrounding the room was unpleasant enough in itself. The red paint was peeling and a faint shade of red. Due to its state, little blotches of red formed random patterns around the room. My form was painted, a very long process. Especially long when you're missing body parts, they can't move their brushes fast enough. First came my head, they drew my hair in dark swirls around my rounded head. But my gown was the most attractive of all; white and ruffled around the sleeves with a blue and green bow wrapped around the waist of it. My arm rested
gracefully on some form of solid surface. I couldn't tell the rest of it because that's where the paper cut off. Same with the lower
portions of me. I thought a nice job had been done and I thought the slim nosed man with the balding spot on his little head who created me thought so, too. But at least three amounts of eternities must have gone by and here I was still sitting. A thick coat of dust had begun to taint my beloved attire from the stuffy room. My only comfort was the sun, gleaming in the shape of ribbons around the wooden floor and shining through the ceiling cracks. But eventually I was stacked into a pile with a lot of other paintings. Some of farm animals, scenic views from mountains, trees, other forms of nature, and royal families with golden jewelry adorned perfectly around their necks and hands. We all had a nice talk and I realized that the same thing happened to them. I'm glad I have company now but I still miss the sun. I can only hope that the man who made me has a good image of myself in his head. And that I'm wearing a nice pair of shoes in it also. |
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