SHUT UP, you obnoxious birds.

Stupid, lowly, hideous birds.

SHUT UP!

SHUT UP!!!!!!

...

Silence.

::chirp::

AHHHHHH!
I will shut up my windows.

Arg. Can still hear them. Must be drowned out with a hearty round of Lennon.

Make love all day long.
Make love singing songs.

Sweet.

the persistence of memory

a smokey garden of lemongrass
.................eggshells.
everywhere.
on my wall, in my body and on my
.....................................................hand.

a sea of feathers.


serpentine strokes of insanity slither like juice
dribbling
down your
......back
..........neck
lips

.barren lips that die
.lifeless words that live

one smokey asp whispers in my ear
...come to me
i will refresh you
i will eat you alive

Boop.


In the summertime when the weather's high,
you can stretch right up and touch the sky,
when the weather's fine,
you got women, you got women on your mind.
Have a drink, have a drive,
go out and see what you can find.

If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal.
If her daddy's poor, just do as you feel.
Speed along the land,
you can ton, on the turn of twentyfive.
When the sun goes down, you can make it,
make it good in a lay-by.

We're not grey people, we're not dirty, we're not mean.
We love everybody, but we do as we please.
When the weather's fine
we go fishing or go swimming in the sea.
We're always happy,
life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy.
Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee.
Da-da-da-da-da...
Yeah, we're hap happy, da-da-da-da-dah.

When the winter's here, then it's party time.
Bring a bottle, wear your bright clothes. It'll soon be summertime.
And we'll sing again, we'll go drivin' or maybe we'll settle down.
If she's rich, if she's nice,
bring your friends and we'll all go into town.


"In the Summertime" - Mungo Jerry

How terrible! I just took this test called "What's Your Stripper Name?" Look at this:

Results... Shirley Temple-- you're cute around people but
naughty when you get away from the crowd


What's your stripper name?
brought to you by Quizilla

I didn't know my screen name was a stripper name! Rawr. Pretty ironic though, eh?

Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look?

let's have a movie night!
let's have a jacuzzi night!
let's have a groovy night!
let's mess around tonight.

This is from Katrina's profile on Instant Messanger...I really love it.

stomach dropping meltdown on the carpet...
must be sucked up with a water-proof vaccum.

Should I start writing personally and such in this journal? I mean, I read many other journals and people open up the innermost compartments of their minds for everyone to rummage through, trample on, and comment on.
In theory it's kind of bizarre.
Actually, in reality it's kind of bizarre.
I like posting random bits of flesh in here...totally out of context blurbs and events that I can come to and stare at and reminisce about. Then I feel as if I were to talk about my day and feelings and such, I'd be so repulsed at how ridiculous I sound that I'd simply cease to exist. I could write ambiguous things like "I am a failure." "Today was gruesome." "I am with child."
But then the reader (not that anyone reads this, but what if they do!), would probably want to know more, if they were interested enough to be here in the first place.
YARRRG! ::bleats::
How bizarre.
I am a failure.
Today was gruesome.
Just for the record, I'm not with child.

This being the most rantish post I've ever had, I'll probably come back, become repulsed, and delete this entry. Hah.

LilBigHughes signed off at 6:00:25 PM.
LilBigHughes signed on at 6:00:34 PM.
LilBigHughes: sorry, aim committed ritual suicide

Parking on the way to Pannikin:
Chelsea: I'm sure there is a parking spot closer than this...
Clara: Yeah, you're right. But if I looked for it, it wouldn't be there.

I hate petty teenage woes.
Try as I might to combat them, they eat away at my brain like I'm some kind of freaking lobster buffet.
When I think about my "problems", I consider: In 20 years, if it doesn't matter, don't worry about it.
But what if it does matter in 20 years?
What if these petty teenage woes end up festering and breeding until they are considerable adult afflictions?
Am I just fooling myself into thinking they are inconsequential?
Should I use a few more rhetorical questions before I go completely loony?
Should I care whether "he likes me", if I'm "going to pass the math test", if I'm "actually living in a very realistic dream and will soon wake up to find that I am only a newborn child who was in a deep sleep"?
No, I shouldn't care if he likes me.
I should care about my math test.
I shouldn't worry that my life is a twisted dream that I'm going to wake up from and be just a baby in a crib.
But, of course, I do care if he likes me.
I really don't care about my math test.
I do occasionally worry that it's all just a dream.
My "problems" are foolish. I am foolish.
Yet - these are the things that munch on my toes at night and keep me awake.

Thought of the day: I am nudity.