I'm on vacation from Tuesday June 19th (in the evening), to Wednesday June 27th (in the morning). I will be in Cochrane, Alberta with my extended family. Upon returning I will be dancing at MODIFIED Wednesday evening, and at LUCKY LOVES YOU on Thursday June 28th.
I was the one who was dangerously obsessed with the vanilla mini wheats commercial. And NOW the strawberry mini wheats commercial features MOD. GO-GO. DANCERS. COINCIDENCE>?!?!?!?!?!? I DONT THINK SO. Someone is watching me.
But I don't care. That singing mini wheat is the new Frank Sinatra. That commercial has changed me. It is pure ecstasy watching it. The first person to find me an online video gets whatever I haven't already pledged to the cult of the singing mini wheat.
The devil is inside me. He is right in between my lungs. In the evenings I yawn and yawn; I feel a tension and stretching in my rib cage because he is trying to escape. I am transforming. In the evenings I can see into the shadow world. The wolves are big as the cars I ride in and the streets and streetlamps are two-d. I am crossing over head-first - eyes-first. I am frightened. The drugs aren't helping yet. There are black doors and black turned shoulders of watchers. Can you see the devil in my face when I am red, ripe and bawling?
Similarly, I like to go to the zoo on Sundays. Except when it rains. I saw her there once with her dignified straight nose pointing ahead of her like a carrot on a rope. What a spine. That girl kills me. She has a great singing voice but you'd never know to hear her talk. I love her just the same because she's quick-witted. My little weasel. When we went up into the mountains on holiday I laid her down in the grass and her blonde locks spread out in the flowers. She made me want to be a farmer who looks out on seas of wheat. Now she's married to a life insurance agent in Nebraska and I wonder if she thinks of me at church when Christ is in majesty. She taught me how to see halos.
What you're about to read will make you sick to your ass.
This year for Christmas I got: 1. Canon Digital Rebel XTI (still in the mail) 2. 2 Ipods - a nano AND a shuffle. Who the fuck needs two?! I'm so excited! (PS. I named them Ozzie and Harriet) and new headphones 3. Soap (all kinds) 4. Chocolate 5. Silvia Plath's The Bell Jar 6. and much more.
Plus my sister got a puppy! His name is Asta and he is a Westie. Oh, and what tipped you off that I'm essentially living in Pleasantville/The Donna Reid Show/Leave it to Beaver ?
Acedemia thus far: one N and one B+ in school. I could have done much better.
When I grow up I will be a double agent.
I will sell my secrets. and yours.
I'll play for both teams and be both the red/blue pages/pills.
PS. Blood Brothers and post-show lucky bar dance party kicked butt. Come see me there on Wednesdays.
PPS. That quiz called me a juggernaut of sin. I'm not sure how I feel about that ;)
( Juggernaut of Sin )
My Birthday is on December 7th, please call me if you would like an invitation. I watched Lady Vengance today. There is so much I love about this movie I can't begin to write it down here; if you've watched it, please call me so we can talk about it. I found this poster for it online - confirming everything I said about it being a thematic response, and in many ways a trumph, to Tarantino's Kill Bill.
I know a guy who's tough but sweet He's so fine, he can't be beat He's got everything that I desire Sets the summer sun on fire
Go to see him when the sun goes down Ain't no finer boy in town You're my guy, just what the doctor ordered So sweet, you make my mouth water
Candy on the beach, there's nothing better But I like candy when it's wrapped in a sweater Some day soon I'll make you mine, Then I'll have candy all the time.
I TOTTALLY WROTE THIS ALL BY MYSELF. THIS IS A GOOD OPPORTUNITY TO LET YOU KNOW I WATCHED SOME MOVIES: BEACH PARTY, BIKINI BEACH PARTY, MUSCLE BEACH PARTY, SKI PARTY AND PYJAMA PARTY. YES ALL CAPS WAS TOTTALLY NESSISARY
"I have dark secrets inside me." Clarice said and opened her mouth wide as if I could see them crouching on her tonsils. I believed her because of the wild innocence flashing in her deer-headlight eyes. It was a vain and perverted innocence that made men touch themselves when they beheld it. We were alone in the macreme room while her mother made lemonade. I could hear the spoon in the pitcher. "Are you afraid I'll fuck myself with your cross?" She looked me dead in the eyes. I smoothed my robe repeatedly. I am anxious in the same room as her; I don't trust her. I don't trust myself with her. She is a young woman of infinite potential and in a few moments she will be bucking against the leather straps and wailing in tounges.
in a worn out suit and tie I'll wait for you to come down
It could rain all winter long and I'd have no problem with that. It could flood and I'd just buy a boat. The money is getting thin kids. It's heist time.
Come down on WEDNESDAYS to mod club at lucky bar and see the gogo dancers (me). My Generation.
When things get ugly (me)- I guess you need to give up drinking. Maybe buy a new habit (nun's). School is looking ugly (and I only have 3 classes). There are too many shoulds in my life.
Shout out to Malloriegh. She looked good at the Mariana's Trench show with Johnny and L.A. Next time call me and we'll makeout at lotus pond for reals.
My thighs are dissapearing because you're not around to pinch them. My natural habitat is being paved over with nightmares where I am physically tortured, blood spurting, begging for my life on my knees at the foot of a gun, watching as my family is turned naked into the cold. I am shedding my last skins; I am waking up in a cold sweat. Once there were passenger pigions so thick that they would blot out the sun. Like a low hanging fog, children could club them out of the sky in a swirl of air and feathers. Technology killed them as much as greed. I am writing the last chapters on my natural history.
I'm not the type to evolve, but maybe in heavan I'll fly in the dark.
I saw The Departed and loved it. After the fact I realised it was almost plotless and the screenwriter couldn't write a female character if his life depended on it. Plus the last three seconds of it sucked so hard Jack and Dave and I burst out laughing - I won't give anything away.
I just finished reading "The Life and Times of Captain N" , I very much enjoyed how the author wrote about dreams. I can't seem to do it without coming off as self-indulgant. It was a very violent book as well - I recommend it to all of you.
I thought I would need a new name for when I am posessed. That's what it feels like: posession. More and more I believe in demons and dark spirits. Do you believe in ghosts? I've never been so afraid of myself and it's safe to say that things are at their worst. I was in the car when they came over me. Dave was driving along shelbourne, I felt funny in the darkness with the streetlights in majesty. They pinched my shoulders. My neck tingeled. They bought my eyes and made the streets home unfamiler. I became confused and senseless. Then the hate came like a dam breaking. I hated that little deer for eating all the flowers and shitting on the lawn. It was ruining everything it touched. It was The Destroyer and I wanted to strangle it and torture it. I wanted to paint myself with it's blood. I wanted to make it suffer like it made my neighbors suffer. Anyways, My name is Kieran and it means darkness. So I don't need a new name afterall.
This has touched my life. I'm serious. The most catchy song used in a commercial since the "hands in my pocket" opus. I want everyone to watch this - it'll change your life.
PS. Oct 13th Nosferatu + live symphony = 19 dollars with the group rate I'm getting in my vampire studies class. Otherwise you pay 40 bucks. Lemme know if you want tickets.
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