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WHOOPEEEEE!!!! OH YEAH! They look happy!
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What an ungodly hour to be awake.
I have 2, maybe 3 jobs..
So all of you who've been supporting me during my poverty,
offering your floors and couches back in May and more recently,
your spare food and chemical enhancements,
I will throw a big banquet for you and we'll wear pointy hats.
That makes us witches, right?
I didn't dream last night.
My eyeball hurts. The left one.
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It's coooooold in this computer lab.
brrrrrr!
My nipples think they're strawberries.
I'm still at work.
In search of timeicide.
Read this. It's an over-exaggerate,
strange and great novella by
Danru who lives down the hall from me:
A Thin, Barely Perceptible Purple Line
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"I was not even satisfied with the usual debauchery,
because the only thing it dirties is debauchery itself,
while, in some way or other,
anything sublime and perfectly pure is left intact by it.
My kind of debauchery soils not only my body and my thoughts,
but also anything I may conceive in its course,
that is to say, the vast starry universe,
which merely serves as a backdrop."
-Georges Bataille
Story of the Eye
(Can you believe it!?! There's actually a book where a girl
fucks a priests eyeball after strangling him!!!)
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Today is the first day of school. Which just doesn't mean what it did to me once. No longer is it the magazine scent of glossy new folders, the tightness of a clean pink backpack. Getting beat up after school for crying in class.
Now it is frantic call after call to the loan office. Weird pink hair I did while drunk. And this. Work.
I've been at work for an hour and guess what I've done so far...NOTHING! Horray!
And what is on the agenda for the rest of the workday...that's right: NOTHING! Whoopee!
My throat hurts.
Too much whisky last weekend.
The end.
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To manipulate somebody with a conscience,
let them take advantage of you.
They'll punish themselves for it.
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What every body wishes they could do.
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Alright..so can you believe it?...I got a JOB!!!!! No, really, this time. A real job. Well, as real as a job at Columbia College can be. Getting paid for hanging around a computer lab and doing my homework. How sweet is that?
I owe somebody a juicy favor.
Last night I went to a dead baby party to celebrate a friend's abortion. Most of the people invited felt alienated by the concept and didn't show. So it was us three girls, drinking whisky, eating "pregnant" cupcakes (jelly filled to simulate fetus) and smoking nutmeg. We told dead baby jokes, bitched about men, the clap and how boobs deflate when one goes off the pill.
You have approximately 6 hours to convince me not to go to the open mic at the Heartland, tonight.
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My bird died. I don't want to talk about it.
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ScorpionHela: hi
ScorpionHela: would you stimulate my clit?? PLEASE!!!!
ScorpionHela: polish my pearl!
ScorpionHela: go on an expedition to the swamplands!
ScorpionHela: dive in the sweet and wet depths of my muff
ScorpionHela: eat me!!!
ScorpionHela: where are you?
ScorpionHela: hey!!
SmilingPinkCat signed off at 3:14:12 PM.
ScorpionHela: suck my peach!
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Heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to her when he smiles...
LA LA LA LA LA LA!!!! LA LA LA LA LA LA!!!!
-Lou Reed "Sweet Jane"
Last night: Did you know there are kids in Chicago who still have Smashing Pumpkins parties? Hehe sweet! Spent my grocery money on "clitoral stimulating gel." I need a volunteer finger to rub it in. =)
This morning: Had breakfast with Sarah for her birthday (Happy Birthday!!!) at Metropolis on Granville, where you can see me do my wacky poet clown thing every Thursday night at 7. My tummy ache from the Chinese food we ate last night was still roaring. I suspect my vegetable fried rice was cooked in the same pan as the beef. Ick! Luckilly, we met a shamanistic healer from New Zealand who squeezed a pressure point on my hand, which made me puke up whatever was illing me. In the toilet, not on the floor of Metropolis.
Think I'll start a new story today...
They said the answer was become a dancer...hold your head up high...
-Lou Reed "Head Held High"
(In case you can't hear, I am listening to Velvet Underground...and my friend Cris practicing his drums, upstairs.)
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"Don't talk to me...I'm remembering my threesome."
-Claire pretending to be me
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Tonight I had planned on joining the roller derby.
But went to an open mic instead
to hear myself yammer the funny words
in a very amplified way.
But I might join the roller derby, still.
I'd get my ass kicked! =)
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I learned a lot today at the Lakeview clinic.
Like how to make a dental dam from a rubber glove.
Here's how:
1. Cut all fingers off the glove but thumb.
2. Cut glove lengthwise at where pinky would be.
3. You should have a rectangular shaped piece of rubber, now with a dangley thumb in the center.
4. Insert tongue in what would have been the thumb hole.
5. Lick body oriface of your choice.
Enjoy!
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I am a creature of change. I am impatient. Therefore, I cut off my dreads.
They weren't really dreads..more like slimy worms.
I thought that neglecting to brush my hair was all it would take.
So that's what I did, last week.
But alas, my hair is straight and oily...
So I guess I should admit to you all:
I'm white.
So white, I glow in the dark. (Which is useful, sometimes.)
I can't grow dreads.
*Sob*
I don't have the hair for it.
I took a scissors to my scalp. Now I look all 80's and bald and sort of like a q-tip.
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Also, what's bad is when during "sexual activity," the voice in between your ears tells you that none of what you are doing or feeling is "real," but only a trick of your nervous system. That just kills it all. When really, it should enhance it. Hmm..
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Post #102:
Growing dreadlocks..or at least trying.
By the start of school I will either resemble Medusa, or have shaved my head and be wearing a wig.
Wish me luck!
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The Life of Allison SLast week: Found a chunk of human finger, flesh and muscle, on my carpet.
Saturday night: Party in the woods. Party in the attick. Odd encounter in the pantry. Lots to drink.
Sunday: Pondered sexual identity. Smoked Salvia and watched "Pee Wee's Big Adventure" with Tom.
Today: Father tells me to quit school and get a job.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
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This week was one big freakout. I'll leave it at that.
Only 2 months until I'm 21!!!!!
Horray!
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