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November 29, 2006 • 9:44 pm
subject: Newness.
mood: geeky

I'm adding some of you now.

Edit: I haven't added all of you yet. I'm tired now, so I'll finish tomorrow! :)

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November 26, 2006 • 8:16 pm
subject: Hmm?

Someone help me think of a cool username, please. All the ones I try are taken. Meh.

Just kidding! Yay! I will reveal my new username in a week or so.

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November 25, 2006 • 11:54 pm
subject: I love the holidayssss!
mood: contemplative

HEY. IF YOU WANT A CHRISTMAS CARD, AND HAVEN'T ALREADY GIVEN ME YOUR ADDRESS, LEAVE IT HERE OR IM/EMAIL ME WITH IT!!! (Comments are always screened.)

The following is for my friends & family that asked what I want for Christmas, AND/OR for me to keep track of what I'm "asking" for. (I'm not really asking for anything - these are things I'd just like to have.) If you would like to exchange gifts and we haven't already talked about it, comment/call/IM me. :)

Christmas list...Collapse )

Other than that, I'm in the process of making a new journal. This paid time doesn't expire until December 24th, so blah. Oh well. Soon enough. :) xoxo

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November 23, 2006 • 3:10 am
subject: I'm done here.
mood: weird

This journal is now defunct.

I've deleted my whole friends list, so don't freak and think it was just you.

If I make another username, I'll add everyone back.

OH, BY THE WAY, if you want a Christmas card, leave your address here (comments are screened)!!!

And Happy Thanksgiving! :)

xoxo

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April 5, 2002 • 4:32 pm

...The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...
[Jack Kerouac]


My journal is friends only.
Add me, and I'll add you back.
If you don't like what's in it, don't read it.
Simple enough, no?
& I'm not promising anything interesting.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance,
baffle them with bullshit.


-Catty Cunt-

I'm a woman who's sick
but I've got class ...
cos you only get respect
when you're kickin' ass!@~

[kmfdm]

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April 1, 2002 • 5:05 pm
subject: Hello, amazing.
mood: awake

make sure you have everything
you will need
on hand:

pen, paper, or computer keyboard
dictionary, thesaurus, scissors (surgical)
tape, first-aid kit, plastic wrap
feathers, candles, clothespins
gag, rope, handcuffs
an assortment of whips
from fat thudding floggers
to bitey braided cats
maybe a wooden paddle
rubbing alcohol
piercing sharps
scalpel
a cane or two
and a riding crop.

got everything?
good.

negotiate, negotiate, negotiate.

if you want your poem to beg or struggle
make that clear.
listen to your poem's desires
and get ready

to be powerful and terrible.
your poem is quivering in front of you
and your iron will
as it kisses the collar you hold.

begin.

start
slowly.

gradually.

maybe a little stroking, teasing pinches, a few
words chosen
carefully
go a long way.

now escalate.
if you've startest with your
gentlest, sweetest metaphor,
it's time to build up to something a little
harder.

feel it? your poem opening up, reeling,
writhing, relinquishing control?
good.

take it right to the edge of what it can stand
then back off
then right to the edge
and back off again
up to a farther edge
as the poem swells
with the marks you leave on its skin

one thank you master
two thank you master
three thank you master

as you push it, drag it, hold it down
raise it up

THANK YOU MASTER

tell your poem
"you're about to get a verb you'll never forget, you little slut."

tell your poem,
"I want to hear you scream."

tell your poem
"you only get forty more words, you greedy bitch!"
and when it has taken all it can bear

hold that precious poem close
show it how much it has pleased you
and rest. give it your name
and kiss it
goodnight.

-Mastering the Art of Poetry, by Daphne Gottlieb.

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