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The Second Stamp of Child Ownership

"I want to show you my house.
The gate would not keep you out, nor would the flimsy locks on the doors, but you like most people who drive by have not entered it. So I have taken it upon myself to show you it wordwise, paperwise, maginationwise.
In the foyer is the telephone. It stands on a ceramic elephant, incessantly ringing. If it's nightime, you can see the art deco light there in the foyer too. On it are the silhouttes of a man and woman, tall, dancing. The globe itself is more like a diamond.
In 627, the rooms which concern you most are on the main floor. Among them you would have little difficulty finding the doll and the anthology of poems by Auden to know the room which is my room. It is big enough to sleep a friend or a brother, and there are enough things in it to hide from my work schedule and, when Nori is around, the Big Bad Wolf.
Today I strung up a crystal-gift on thread so that Tarik and Nori could see it spin. They asked several times if there was water inside and still remained unconvinced.
I was happy to have Tarik in my room, even for just a little while. Since my mother's visit last week he seems to have been more lenient on me, willing to separate me perhaps from Absence-of-Katie. Katie used to live in my room. Today he said "purple is for boys" and when I held up a sock for purple; he pointed to a stripe in the rug-mat and said, "no, that's purple." I'm glad he likes it.
Past my room is the wall painted rainbow and handprints and an open space where Tarik constructs things and Nori bounces on the horse often. There is also a telephone here but it does not ring ever.
On the table in the kitchen where I'm sitting is an apple with one bite in it. The second stamp of child ownership is it's position on the table, with a Minnie Mouse cup."

~Ann

Feel
Warmer
Smile

hating you is like dropping a watermelon off the roof of mcdonalds.

sean, my life is becoming so boring.

the suburbs are suffocating me.
we need to go somewhere, anywhere,

and
have
a
fucking
adventure

Pantry Fanfiction

"Attention my loyal subjects,
I feel it is my duty as your princess to address some of the latest issues that have become apparent and to perhaps assuage your fears about our current situation. As you all know, our world has been disappearing; the once tall mountains have sunk into the ocean, leaving our land a murky swamp. I was hoping the addition of blueberries would liven the otherwise dull landscape, but they were too overpowering and they turned our white sea purple and tart. All the while, an unknown force erodes the land, and once it is gone, I fear it will devour the ocean as well. However, you mustn't fear, my people, for when you are called up with the mountains and the sea, our bodies will become one body, and we will serve one mind."
~Princess Laerec to the People

So what have we learned? Never keep all your eggs in one basket. Because if you do, your brother will knock them out and win the egg hunt.

Great job!

fear: knives. sharp...things?! ISOLATION

so many questions when it's so self explanatory,
swim gently through meadows, when they fly out of purgatory,
bask in naivety, bask in innocent glory,
don't let x-ray demons come and destroy me.


sean, whenever you seem miserable,
it makes me want to save you from
everything that makes you hurt.

but i can't save you from yourself.

Not So Negative

I love looking at old stuff. I was such a weirdo when I was younger.

The evolution of my comics: (sorry about the crappy quality)

First, there were the nonsensical comics about either the world inside of a ghost's mouth (???), or the adventures of people who lived in a shoe... submarine.

Then came the stick figure drawings, which I actually gave a plot to. These didn't make much more sense (see Samara congo-line above). I once started a comic about a boy and his dog, but the dog was a spy for the Chinese government who were using Michael Jackson as an assassin, but it was all a cover-up for their giant robot army. However, the robots made their own super robot, and it destroyed the world. This went on for literally a hundred pages.

Then they got political. Ahh...catholic school...

I finally broke free of my stick figures with the debut of my comic about... the adventures of people too stubborn to die in the apocalypse. Actually, I think this one made the least sense out of any of them.

Then my drawings started to resemble actual people... kinda. Well hey, they got better. That's what counts.

Now we have the drawings I do today!

Look Jill, it's lighthearted. I try.

Useless Space

Jill, everything has turned to shit.
I might skip school tomorrow to mope. And if I feel up to it, I might lurk a bit.

Walking across my hardwood floors in bare feet reminds me of that night in Las Vegas.
Who wouldn't want to go to Venice? Apparently, I should be asking, who would?

Best Places in a House to Mope:
1. Guest Bedroom (no one ever goes in there, and no one comes to visit.)
2. Back Staircase (pretty much a useless space, only good for sneaking)
3. Hall Closet (dark, tight, safe)
4. Breakfast Nook (once breakfast is over and the sun has past, it truly is a somber place. Its time has ended. Its usefulness... gone with the morning light.)

From where I stand on this frozen hill, our city looks a woven gown, so innocent, so pure, so free of the endless suffering writhing in its twinkling lights.

where the rich kids come to die

so on friday, sean michael and i went to a rave.
i was going to write about it, but honestly, how much can i say?
it was pretty decent, there was only like 1400 people there though.
we got up on the fucking bleachers and danced our asses off,
for the pantheon of tools/sluts/douches.

we didn't get onto the fucking stage. i was pissed.

we pretty much made that rave safe though.












p.s. sean, your dancing was mad quality.

I'm on Holiday

This is what they tell me:
"I was away, I just got back."
"there are a lot of ppl here u dont know. idk if ud wanna come."
"Just leave. Get out."
"YESSSSS! WITH THE GANG! (im not really quite sure who that is anymore...)"

This is what I tell them:
"Yeah...ok"
"Me neither."
"Even if they make me dizzy and I have to go to the clinic, i will keep taking these pills day after day after day until I am pretty enough for you and you and you."

The people I should love, I hate. And the people I love...
The people I should love, I hate. And the people I love...

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hi.

i have finally stopped eating meat!

i have some shit to post
but i can't do it yet still.

here is a picture.

aren't we lovely?