be "pretty vacant"

it could be argued. that life has an awkward go at us sometimes.
even some new-age crystal loving hippie could swing some positive spin on it.
let's save some of that positive energy for all those dead batteries i leave in the drawers at my house.
some times there is just something so magnificent in calling something as it is. SHIT is SHIT
this guy is like the template or stencil for my life.
then i just occasionally vandalize my dreadful perspective upon my friends and anyone in audible proximity. sure i complain a lot.
hell, i even take some joy in it.

it's just when something great happens. it makes all that complaining seem worth while.

i'm not sure that any of this made sense.
but then against the ending too the greatest film of 08 didn't either.

go find something to complain about. and if you can't think of anything text me.

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my friends put all the important stuff on the table.
playing by the rules 362 days out of the year.


"sometimes" felt like the safest answer too the final exam.
dreaming of being a doctor was different then really being one.
the fog bank was just a brush stroke on a much bigger painting.

self portrait.

the phone took a picture of it self.
it's as if all the robots turned evil overnight

radio television and film

the great mirror strike of 1964
no one would get a reflection.
all the mirrors would cast no gaze.
everyone had bad hair and food in there teeth for weeks
people forgot so much about what they looked like.
people started being nude.
mirror strike
ponds, pools and puddles carried the brunt of it.

Santa's Corpse discovered ......

they found santa’s corpse. under a cardboard box. by the Costco.

the beard was authentic. and the list was long and hateful.
we built a ladder. out of bad R&B records. it poked through the cumulus.
and cast a shadow on the broadest rings of Saturn.
the sound would be heard forever. and all the echoes would sleep soundly.
it felt like the first time. just like foreigner had predicted.
counting on something seemed like the only way to keep his eyes open
they didn’t much care for the origin of the world. more like the origin of the word.

sometimes Art seems like the best idea you've ever had. Whew!!!

Don't you F**K'in Look At me!!! Frank Booth

I've been a bit shy of the information super highway as of late.
but then my friend "CandyEater" told me to start coloring outside the lines again.

i took a big pass on myspace. but then i started a BLOG.
so I'm not sure what that means.
it might mean.

hey I'm a big fat punk rock girl.
and i don't want anyone to look at me, because i hate everyone.
but at the same time. I have orange Hair, lip ring and i look like a page out of Tim Burton Sketchbook.

so i guess what i'm saying is.....
look at me.
big fat punk rock girl....

p.s. i hate my parents and smoke clove cigarettes