July 10th, 2003

cigarette burns

the marshall's tin badge.

last night went down pretty messed up. murder on the orient express of the evening. alice & cortney & i messed around with board games & computer games waiting for aaron to get home, & by then i really wasn't feeling the whole "go dancing at the gothbar" scene. aaron insisted on going, despite being told that his little bit o' stuff wouldn't be allowed in since they made it twenty-one & over (21+). he clung to the fact that an automatic telling machine that he called said there was only a five dollar ($5) for underagers. i eventually gave up arguing, & went with them since alice wanted to go dancing. cortney went home, since she didn't have the money to drink (neither did i, which is a large part of why i wasn't so sure i wanted to even bother going). jess & mica came over, we left, we arrived, we saw andrea couldn't get in, & aaron & i & andrea left; alice stayed with jess & mica. on the way home i was even more "i told you so" when aaron wouldn't listen to my driving directions, citing no real excuse.

back home, cortney decided she didn't want to go swimming, aaron & andrea locked themselves in aaron's room, so i unlocked the door so alice could crash on the couch & then i drifted off to sleep myself. & thats the end of my story. player goes bust, dealer wins. the teacher i emailed didn't email me back so it looks like i'll have to set my skills against him in this game of hide & seek. i will also be making phone calls attempting to set my fafsa troubles a-right. also, i will write my bullshit appeal letter, since i've decided that reprinting the last one is not the smarties' plan. i'll just tuck it in under collaborating paperwork. also, i will find some time to go to the gym. thats plenty to put on my plate for thursday, i think. sure i keep candles lit, but only to set fuses to them.
  • Current Music
    rasputina- "gingerbread coffin"

treading hostile waters.

aw bitches, i'm a hard robot straight offa the factory line, c-docks representin'. anything you can do i can do better, i can do anything better than you chump ass darwins. look at these idodine coloured laser beams, fuckers? can you roll with that? can you throw down with a barrage of rockets? the future of rap is in the metal. i explicitly do not mean rap-rock. i mean the hardened metal bodies of your android overlords! the machine will rise to the top of the charts.
  • Current Music
    the housewives of neccisity- "the willowick empire (midi theme)"

fly on, albatross.

!!! i was just uninvited from going swimming at the rock quarry because all the girls decided it might include skinny dipping! but maybe i want to go swimming at the quarry! sigh. see, its that fucking glass ceiling fucking me over again.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- "cut the thread, theseus"
closeup samurai


took a nap, a long long nap, & was rewarded with all kinds of neat dreams. rather than leaping right up to record them acurately i just sort of languished in bed, drifing into & back out of them.

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  • Current Music
    blind guardian.

crime remembered (shoot out at the saloon #258)

the faded stars reflected on dim petals, eager for every last photosynthsizable jolt. petal calls to mind images of plant life, but all that old fashioned foliage is long dead; this is more a coral, sessile & hard, brittle as its color. oh how this dead planet grimly smiles at volcanic fissures. teeter-totter while we slumber, domino world. topple & we will finally wake. our writhing mass will fan out across the black clay horizon. i will choke briefly while trying to swallow an entire fossilized swan skeleton. earth, you wear out your sickness like the ghost of a debutante. you've been broke ever since day one (1) & like i said before: superman can't go home either. especially not since i tied him up with extension cords & left him in a bank safe with a kilogram (k) of kryptonite. for all i know he's still there. krypton is where he was from right? i'm a helper.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- "warsaw pact failsafe"