i'm SEXIST
RACIST
AGEIST
a RAPIST
an EVIL MOTHERFUCKER

cruEL to ANIMALS and small children
STUPID
BELLIGERENT
SPITEFUL
selFISH!!!
IMPOLITE

FUCK YOU

hate and remove me.

something found:
<MEow> so what did i miss will i was gone
<Witch> nothing earthshattering.
<MEow> oh
<MEow> joe barfed on my metalica poster
<Witch> how delightful.
<MEow> too much tequila
<MEow> and whats that damn bug on the bottom
<Pixiechik> oh god
<MEow> it looks like fish bait
<MEow> oh god what pixey
<Pixiechik> tequila, barf, bugs, yuck
<Pixiechik> brb
*Witch breathlessly awaits Pixie's return
<MEow> if you think thats gross you should see the big stain on the floor
<Witch> MEow are you telling us this because you think we want to hear it?
<MEow> its white what the hell kind of liquid is white
<MEow> oh sorry
<Witch> milk.
<MEow> no milk dosent smell like that
<Witch> no, I'm giving you an example.
<MEow> huh?
<Witch> of a white liquid.
<MEow> oh
<Witch> :)
<MEow> my girlfriends gonna bread my hair as soon as she gains conshesness
<Witch> bread?
<MEow> breads not wet
<Witch> uh huh
<MEow> oh yeah
<MEow> shes gonna bread my hair
<Witch> will she eat it then?
<MEow> you know dreadlocks
<MEow> shed have to drink it
<Witch> you don't drink bread..
<MEow> its a liquid its white and its not milk im puzzled
<Witch> it's semen.
<MEow> oh yeah
<MEow> sssiiiccckkk
<Witch> sigh

& go to unpuppet.com, because i've redesigned it and it's astonishingly awesome.

oh yes. yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.
today everything seems 90% harder than usual.
& i, my brain feels 25% softer.
there are too many things i'd rather not think about
and everything i'd rather not do
(i'd rather do nothing, but i don't want to DO nothing)
.

oh i'm very tired. my eyelids are slipping
but i don't want to sleep because it's been 10 years since i've done anything
but i know i'm not going to do anything
i'm not even attempting to
just thinking that i can't go to bed because it's been 10 years since i've done anything.

i love the way people contrast out their pictures to hide their flaws
they seem to think it's attractive to have squintingly white skin and no nose

i also love the way people take a photograph off another site
manipulate it with some filters and maybe a bit of text
and then plaster all over the place "copyright ME, DO NOT STEAL!!!"

fuck it. i'm going to bed.

"She will suffer what? A quarter of an hour at most?" the inquisitor asked, wiping his mouth with his filthy napkin. "What is that to the eternal fires of hell!"

My thoughts are as swirls drawn on a picnic table with a wet finger. I sometimes follow thoughts back to where they originated, and that one came from nostalgia. The fan was on last night, making the apartment sound like Cairns, where fans are forever on.

I could get up and walk outside in bare feet if I wanted, and it would be hot, and humid, and heavy with the aromas of flowers I couldn't name and didn't care to, and water would drip from the century-old fig trees and I'd scatter the red seeds covering the ground under them. I'd cross the train tracks and Old Smithfield Road, and a bus would go past every half hour and it would stop, seeing me sitting in the gutter and thinking I was waiting for it, and I'd get on it even though I hadn't been. I'd have with me a notebook with painted green swirls on the cover and record nowhere conversations had by old ladies, and envy their camaraderie and the ease with which they thoughtlessly answered one another. I'd get off at the esplanade and sit at the very picnic tables thoughts are drawn on with wet fingers.

Tourists and kebab stalls and mimes pretending to be plaster statues, and I loved it when the tide was in because it covered the ugly mud, and I loved it when the tide was out because I loved the ugly mud, and in it the crabs and birds that were invisible unless they moved. I'd go from mirror to mirror, and to the library and the mall and the movie theatre. I'd bump into people I knew, and meet my mother at the coffee shop for spinache linguine.

And the whole time I wasn't scared, and wasn't cold, and knew where I was, and that I could go home any time I wanted.

I feel ruined because I know it will never be the same again, but I still want to go home. I want to take you with me, so that it isn't ruined, just different.