excise taxes and chemical protrusions into Joyce's "self"

And if I try,
(when I try,)
the effect is
acids and bases

no fun today. just bitching.

My apartment flooded yesterday. I had to tear out my carpet, lug it down four flights of stairs

I had planned on using the entire day yesterday for catching up with homework.

I hate this. I hate being this far behind in everything. my life is shit because I can't get my shit together without everything falling apart.

It's a wonder they've let me stay in college this long.

implied lines of unilateralism

Was calibratedly whining and situationally challenge.

the classik: phun soundz

Let me assist!

Chemicals for Kids

upside fromm chihuahua;
southbound exorcism foar Haitian
emigree

Together we make can a difference!

Rising action substop popfilter.

trebuchet dynamite

Wellbutrin provides with non-depressive goodfeelin's minus sexual side effects

revisions

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was digging through my computer for stuff to revise; I found this.

I don't remember writing it, but I like it enough to work with.
working title for the revision: "Asshead"


This is just to tell you
I have objectified you.
For the purposes of this poem,
it seemed, shall we say,
convenient
to use you, use your body
and my body's reaction to your body
as a purely chemical physical
metaphor for the metaphysical
conceits of your mind
and my mind's reaction to your mind.

I'm not sure if bad poetry
about a burrito can be successfully related
to the leather bodice
that I think would be…
lovely…
with your hornrimmed glasses.

I want you, to me, to be everything
I can't have.

I want you to be
in a black satin dress,
just so,
hemmed up to here,
straps just like this,
and cut down to there.

I want to wake up
to find you reading
in the window.
Maybe Sarte,
maybe Melville.
Not Cosmo, though
(in a pinch),
I'd accept Newsweek.

I want to be single
so I can say this and feel
a little less guilt.

But it's just like I said.
I can't use your ass
to represent your head.

twofer wednesday

sally saw to it that her sadducces eviscerated seven saucy satraps.




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I have to say, I am puzzled by linkie winkie.

Ehh, what the hell?

'cause I haven't posted anything in over 24 hours, and it seems that my iPod has a cruel sense of humor:

How does the world see me?
You're Pretty Good Looking (For a Girl) - the White Stripes

- Will I have a happy life?
At the Grassroots - Sri Darwin Gross

- What do my friends really think of me?
Steps Into Miles - Hayden

- Do people secretly lust after me?
Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles

- How can I make myself happy?
Aging Spinsters - the Magnetic Fields

- What should I do with my life?
Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt - We are Scientists

- Why must life be so full of pain?
Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 - Bob Dylan

- Will I ever have children?
Miss Being Mrs. - Loretta Lynn

-Will I die happy?
Sinnerman - Nina Simone

- What is some good advice for me?
Must You Throw Dirt in My Face? - Merle Haggard and Carl Jackson

-What is happiness?
Walk and Talk - Van Morrison

-What's my favorite fetish?
Spooky - Classics IV

- What's my love life like?
Masterplan - My Morning Jacket

- What is sex with me like?
tcp d3 12 5 dashes I say again irdial - the Conet Project

-What's my life motto?
Hand in Hand - Elvis Costello

- What do my parents think of me?
Dog Pound Hop (Ren & Stimpy Theme) - Screamin' Liederhosen

- What does my best friend think of me?
Looking for a Way Out - Uncle Tupelo

- What's my favorite hobby?
With me Tonight - the Beach Boys

- What's the worst thing about me?
Paralyzed - Bob Mould

- How does my significant other feel about me?
Stupidity Tries - Elliott Smith

- What is my wedding going to be like?
Let Down - Radiohead

- What about my honeymoon?
I Wonder Where Our Love Has Gone - the Mountain Goats

- Describe the last day of my life?
Requiem, Opus 48 (Pie Jesu) by Gabriel Faure - Oford Camerata

- Why does life suck?
Oh Boy! - Buddy Holly

- Why does life rule?
Portland, Oregon - Loretta Lynn

- What will I be famous for?
" " by Sigur Ros

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A Hangover You Don't Deserve: Nineteen Things

high fives for handmade tag clouds

twisted and fed with worthless foam from the mouth

adopt your own virtual pet!

sexual congressional oversight

sandy, oh mandy.

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Spacemen, go home!

I did not sleep and this is the result: of my candid optimistic glattery

slight of hans

Sanford McLean breakdanced his leg apart one time on Washingotn Strasse

Your Southern Can is Mind

A suit and coat gathers no moss, and I am a fool in mossiness.

April's cot is terribly smashing

it is a supersized grapefruit trawler.

It said "2 rarieties--girl robs bank"

The dog cowers when he sees a newspaper.

I can't say I blame him.

The headlines are worse than the news.