showing through

days and days
2004-06-25 16:41:11 (UTC)

and scene!!!

I thought i'd post our madness from an earlier night spent
at steph's house with jody, steph and i...
we are such amazing writers when our talent is collided..
im impressed (ha)...
....

On another note... prom is tonight and of course i'm
sceptical... somehow I doubt it will be anything close to
anyone's expectations, but that will do i suppose.
afterall, who really cares? it's a reason to look hot and
see people we care about...
and drink, of course.

I've been fairly apathetic these past few days... haven't
thought a whole lot, and although yesterday was a huge step
in my life and possibly the last time i will ever see half
the people i've grown up with... i can't seem to care all
that much... i feel selfish.

Unneccesary gifts and congratulations... I do not need to
be honoured in any way... or "congratulated" or anything..
sure I worked hard, but in the end, i procrastinated more
than anything and found myself stuck in more traps than
thought possible. It's not a celebration, it's a mourning
period where we can step back and see how much i really
fucked up, and lucked out... meh... today should be fun...
nothing like piling on pounds of makeup, freaking out about
hair styles, dresses and uncomfortable shoes. party and a
half. i'm seriously going to need a LOT of booze to get me
through tonight... hmm.. don't prom and sex go together
hand and hand?.. i believe so.

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here's our poetic piece from that night:


Soaking dark arrogant man juice. Coffee spilt upon your
finger. Don't anticipate picnics in a fishbowl, silly.
That's quite rediculous enough to drown our finger, again.
Henceforth chickens dance despite rainy forestry, a
doubtful abdomen misconstrued into the fitful darkness of
my soul. Real red finger strawberry, lemon and cowardry!!!!
could you feel loved when no one is peeing. green finger.
period. dot. exclation! kISS your destroying toolbar of
life. Perfunctory insisions can harm doug ken, and find
ourselves starving benieth your tide. Baptism whilst I
bless your plant of salvational semen. Grind wherefore YOU
sink you heard me into the falling tree of disaster
caused strictly throughout time. Throat singing lozanges of
Antigone coupled masculinly DONT BLAME SPEALLING... opps.
create and double trouble. Foreing folks gather around
marshmallows in a wooded sky. Hamsters never prosper when
judging salesman's chickens. excuses found guilty souls by
grumpy extortion. Assosiation guilded in bronze bras. Are
we complete yet? has this met it's final verdict?

my motor skills are actually good!... crash into the
forbidden wall of DEATH!

awwwwwwwwwww!

jodddyyyyy! lets go back to the land of golden. REEFER
MADNESS

MOG MOG MOG MY OH GOD!! MY OH GOD!!! dance it off little
ones. the lady in white appears on your windowsil.
frequently.

and SCENE!!!




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