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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Crank...blown synapsis
« on: February 06, 2005, 11:06:00 AM »
Alberta Adolescent Recovery Center?
If so, that Anonymous is on the wrong forum.
If so, that Anonymous is on the wrong forum.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Crank...blown synapsis
« on: February 06, 2005, 09:37:00 AM »
Interesting, Jason. Did you procure them on your own or are they standardly available for such ops?
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Untitled
« on: February 05, 2005, 02:09:00 PM »Quote
On 2005-02-05 08:44:00, Anonymous wrote:
"SS you are one of the reasons people leave from here. You are such an asshole to people and yet you want EVERYONE to feel so impressed that you are such a big dope fiend. Go to stick a needle in your arm asshole."
No way! I love when Scarstruck is mean. He is funny. up&down: really works, across: cry for help. Or whatever he said the other day. :rofl:
I'm still laughing. :rofl:
Call me demented, I suppose I am. Thanks for your illuminating post, whiterabbit.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Untitled
« on: February 04, 2005, 10:49:00 PM »
Everyone?s leaving because of the trolls. I?m not. No one is innocent of ever hurting anyone. To fight or not to fight, that is a difficult question for many former prisoners of Straight. To fight was to lose. To not fight was to lose as well. The feeling of a caged animal is left behind. How many years did it take to be able to sit in a room and not constantly think about the path from where I sat to the door? And whether I dared leave, for no good reason, what were the reasons not to leave (these were innocent post-Straight situations, like classrooms) such as would I offend somebody (make them mad, make them call me out), would I get a bad grade, or whatever other unreasonable fear. But I really wanted to get up and walk out. Sometimes I get that way just about sitting in a chair at home.
You know, I always wanted to walk out before Straight as well. That?s one reason why I got put in in the first place: I kept on cutting school. The obsession for being free also carried over into my decisions while in Straight. During my intake, I asked one girl how I could get out of there the fastest. She said ?just be honest.? I believed her, so I was honest, about my drug list and everything. Then you know how it was, trying to play it their way, it didn?t even matter. Someone always stood up to say ?you?re pushing out your tears.?
That was some really harsh abuse in there. I forget about that. It was hard to even cry, for example, at a counselor?s office, for years after Straight. I really thought that when I cried they were looking at me to see if I was faking it, or that I was lying about whatever I was talking about. That is only one example.
But most of the time I don?t even feel sorry for myself. Most of the time since I was in Straight I have only hated myself for my weakness in there. This hate keeps me alone. Coming back to this board has helped because it has suggested other ways of looking at my choices in there.
The staff member who walked over while I was being restrained* and said I looked ridiculous (well I am lying on the floor with someone on each arm and leg and someone holding my head in a painful position and covering my mouth so I can?t scream, yes I suppose I do look ridiculous) ? I can either hate her or I can forgive her. Not knowing what forgive even means, I choose to hate her. I think that is better. Forgive is stuffing a sock in your mouth, be nice, sit up Straight, face forward. So fuck you.
What would I be ?forgiving?, anyway, just some image of her that floats in my mind. So hate that image, tell her to fuck off, get up, grab her hair and slam her head against the wall. ?You get the fuck away from me, junior staff scum.? It just is not normal to be caged the way we were, so that we could NEVER fight back, NEVER question, NEVER say to staff ?what the fuck? You are sending me to someone else?s house? I?m on second phase, I want to go to my own house!? Lined up like animals at auction, every night, standing in that godamn single file line with someone?s fist in your backbone, waiting to be released.
All of that rage is inside. It has come out when things get a certain way. Then I can see clearly. You fight me? I?ll fight you, and you will not win. Maybe it is just the dilemma that lives inside of me. I can?t not fight, or I will once again be the weak and caged animal.
Lying in a strange house, thinking about the bag of clothes, and the route to the front door. Or the maze of halls in an apartment building, or, in a car, the door handle.
I just want out. But I am afraid of what they did to Heather F. I am afraid of being tackled and then brought back to the white room, the back of group. The most familiar place in the world.
So the answer is no, I do not forgive the people who did that to me.
*For the record, this is why I was ?restrained?: I refused to motivate, so the girls on either side of me grabbed my arms and ?motivated? them for me. I wanted them to get their hands off me so I tried to yank my arms away. Then I probably started yelling at them to get the fuck off me. I do not remember how I got from the chair to the floor behind group. Unacceptable: fighting BACK, talking out.
You know, I always wanted to walk out before Straight as well. That?s one reason why I got put in in the first place: I kept on cutting school. The obsession for being free also carried over into my decisions while in Straight. During my intake, I asked one girl how I could get out of there the fastest. She said ?just be honest.? I believed her, so I was honest, about my drug list and everything. Then you know how it was, trying to play it their way, it didn?t even matter. Someone always stood up to say ?you?re pushing out your tears.?
That was some really harsh abuse in there. I forget about that. It was hard to even cry, for example, at a counselor?s office, for years after Straight. I really thought that when I cried they were looking at me to see if I was faking it, or that I was lying about whatever I was talking about. That is only one example.
But most of the time I don?t even feel sorry for myself. Most of the time since I was in Straight I have only hated myself for my weakness in there. This hate keeps me alone. Coming back to this board has helped because it has suggested other ways of looking at my choices in there.
The staff member who walked over while I was being restrained* and said I looked ridiculous (well I am lying on the floor with someone on each arm and leg and someone holding my head in a painful position and covering my mouth so I can?t scream, yes I suppose I do look ridiculous) ? I can either hate her or I can forgive her. Not knowing what forgive even means, I choose to hate her. I think that is better. Forgive is stuffing a sock in your mouth, be nice, sit up Straight, face forward. So fuck you.
What would I be ?forgiving?, anyway, just some image of her that floats in my mind. So hate that image, tell her to fuck off, get up, grab her hair and slam her head against the wall. ?You get the fuck away from me, junior staff scum.? It just is not normal to be caged the way we were, so that we could NEVER fight back, NEVER question, NEVER say to staff ?what the fuck? You are sending me to someone else?s house? I?m on second phase, I want to go to my own house!? Lined up like animals at auction, every night, standing in that godamn single file line with someone?s fist in your backbone, waiting to be released.
All of that rage is inside. It has come out when things get a certain way. Then I can see clearly. You fight me? I?ll fight you, and you will not win. Maybe it is just the dilemma that lives inside of me. I can?t not fight, or I will once again be the weak and caged animal.
Lying in a strange house, thinking about the bag of clothes, and the route to the front door. Or the maze of halls in an apartment building, or, in a car, the door handle.
I just want out. But I am afraid of what they did to Heather F. I am afraid of being tackled and then brought back to the white room, the back of group. The most familiar place in the world.
So the answer is no, I do not forgive the people who did that to me.
*For the record, this is why I was ?restrained?: I refused to motivate, so the girls on either side of me grabbed my arms and ?motivated? them for me. I wanted them to get their hands off me so I tried to yank my arms away. Then I probably started yelling at them to get the fuck off me. I do not remember how I got from the chair to the floor behind group. Unacceptable: fighting BACK, talking out.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / My Stoned Blog
« on: February 04, 2005, 10:37:00 PM »
Thanks for everyone's comments. They mean a lot to me. I wrote something and posted it in a different thread instead of here, it was more serious.
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Let It Bleed / Everything you listened to today
« on: February 03, 2005, 09:05:00 PM »
make a deal your kid can't refuse, and get that red t-shirt!
I used to listen to Velvet Underground & Nico a LOT! Cool, thanks for reminding me.
I used to listen to Velvet Underground & Nico a LOT! Cool, thanks for reminding me.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / My Stoned Blog
« on: February 03, 2005, 08:54:00 PM »
Tonight?s blog is un-stoned. It?s my thread, I can do whatever I want. I got too much to do to get stoned tonight. It has been fun. To my stupid troll: if I was a wannabe I would not cop to the smoking ignorance. I don?t even care. I ain?t like that. I can go down looking like the fool, but I got A?s in hard classes because I sat up front and asked questions when I was lost. Being the dumb one is smart. He he he. That might be hard for your logic processor, which seems to malfunction, as we can see by your logical inconsistency in trolling me persistently, reading my blog and responding even though you supposedly hate me. I really find it hard to believe that you are still upset that I called the ENTIRE FORNITS board ASSHOLES. Come on. Whatev, troll. No one else got bent about it. At least no one who has contacted me! He he he. And it?s not like I am so scary for someone to contact if they were really bothered. Not scary at all. But when you least expect it I will have you in a leg lock, you on the mat, sucker. You will be surprised.
Friends and Pathetic Tagalongs to the Pietra Hater Troll: you are correct. I dig animals. But I could not possible fill the empty space he has left behind.
[moment of silence]
So MEOW MEOW. I AM THE CAT WOMAN. HATERS AND FRIENDS ALIKE ARE WELCOME ON MY BLOG THREAD. I appreciate all input. Get real, troll. You are a fake wannabe troll yourself. But thanks for stopping by. I like all my fans.
For a good time, download GHETTOCHIP MALFUNCTION by Beck.
Friends and Pathetic Tagalongs to the Pietra Hater Troll: you are correct. I dig animals. But I could not possible fill the empty space he has left behind.
[moment of silence]
So MEOW MEOW. I AM THE CAT WOMAN. HATERS AND FRIENDS ALIKE ARE WELCOME ON MY BLOG THREAD. I appreciate all input. Get real, troll. You are a fake wannabe troll yourself. But thanks for stopping by. I like all my fans.
For a good time, download GHETTOCHIP MALFUNCTION by Beck.
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Let It Bleed / Everything you listened to today
« on: February 03, 2005, 07:58:00 PM »
I haven't heard Stern in a while.
today's music include:
Hooverphonic
Portishead
Beck
Maria Rita
Kevin Johansen
Elliot Smith
The Shins
Air
I like hearing what other people are listening to. Next time I see some Kid Rock I will give that a try.
What is everyone's favorite soundtrack?
Mine for a while has been Stealing Beauty.
today's music include:
Hooverphonic
Portishead
Beck
Maria Rita
Kevin Johansen
Elliot Smith
The Shins
Air
I like hearing what other people are listening to. Next time I see some Kid Rock I will give that a try.
What is everyone's favorite soundtrack?
Mine for a while has been Stealing Beauty.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / My Stoned Blog
« on: February 03, 2005, 10:27:00 AM »
2/3/05. 1:26:11 am
First off, I have to brush my teeth.
Ah, much better. Minty & cool. No more scuz. Oops I didn?t floss. Be right back.
Done. Fornits is busted tonight. There is talk on the other board about Animals. No talking behind backs.
Oh my god, did I tell you about my new Beck thing? I have a Beck thing now. I have two of his cds, plus I just downloaded GETTOCHIP MALFUNCTION. His music has enough happening in it to keep a ADD pseudoephedrine amped girl like me entertained.
Sorry, this is a bit slow tonight. I?m just getting warmed up, really. I?m gonna take another hit. Oh, you know that thing about holding the smoke in for as long as possible? Is that for real? I mean do dat work?
Wait, there is something my troll said. Yes, I called everyone assholes. I just wanted to say that that is true, not just a rumor, or a troll lie. Let?s see what else. Oh, to clarify my marijuana history: oh yes I have so too gotten stoned before. I was forced by circumstance to live without both my favorite drugs for quite some time. Drinking came back last year. Helps me a lot. Now I have marijuana. Smoke drifts over my desk.
Speaking of kings, where is Troll King?
I miss A.W. (not someone from here, I?m back to the life I lead outside ciber world.) Anyhoo but he was crazy, They got a video of him, on a fabulous snowy night, holding on to the rear bumper of someone?s car driving around town. He?s using his boots for skis, like. What do you call that, florida water people?
A.W. the crazy. But HOT. I mean Calvin Klein underwear model hot. I am not fucking kidding you. In fact, a little while back, I saw a model in a magazine and I had to keep looking at it to see if it was him or not. Okay, you?re wondering what is so crazy. First off, major drunk. We had a date, and he walks down to my house to get me and he is wasted. God damn Greek god beautiful wasted asshole. Nah, he?s not an asshole for his drinking. Don?t worry, I sent him off that evening. Bye. Next time come when you?re not drunk.
Now please don?t read me wrong. If we went out, and got plastered together, what of it, or if we were hanging out making a meal or something and he got drunk, that is not a problem. Or I?d be calling the irish kettle ? something.
But come on, you?re with me, right? This was like a first or second date or something. No, on our first date, that again was the occasion for coming off a long grassless dessert into the savannah. Carlights waved by in the eight o?clock street like emissaries from the galaxies. He he he. Like it? Fuck, excuse me, I was saying, Yes. AW. Smoking weed. Yum. The show was cancelled. So we walked down over the bridge and stood in random parking lot and I tried as hard as I could to concentrate on the stories he was telling me about his first hometown boys. But I was so very high. We got back to second-hometown and I made him take me to the store for munchy stuff. I wish I could explain what I mean when I say he is crazy. First of all, his stare like a feral animal. He says obscure metaphorical things. He had that thing that charismatic people have, integrity of self. I don?t mean moral, he was an asshole. I mean soul integrity. And that is fucking attractive as hell.
little tangent there. Hell Yes! That is the song I am listening to. Gettochip Malfunction. Yes a Beck song. He?s my new loverboy. I love Beck. Beck and Pietra, sittin in tree, kissing. I?m like that boy, in About A Boy (only I?m a girl) who just does stuff to embarrass himself, even though he kind of knows he?s doing it anyway. God, that mother was pathetic. She was funny, That actress played another role like that one, a totally annoying overemotional person, only in that movie her character really sucks. Hmmnn. Talking about yourself again, Pietra? Yes I am. Omg. Wtf. HEHEHEHEHE. I just trolled myself.
God that Pietra chick is whacked. Oh mygod, and you know it ain?t just the weed, either.
Well, that?s about it, folks. I?ve either run out of lies, or I?ve run out of truth. I can?t tell which.
An I?m wasted and I can?t find my way home. Wait, I am home. Okay. Bye now. FOR REAL. GET OFF. GO TO SLEEP.
Oh yeah, another thing I have to ask about is how do you know when the bowl is smoked out? Now don?t make fun of me. I just used to smoke joints. I think I made my own bowl in high school though, out of a piece of wood. How clever of me. It was crude though.
P.S. 4:19:58am Fornits still out! There is an air of mystery around baremetal.com, regarding an unplanned/unexpected move.
Can it, Pietra.
Okay, one more thing. There are several secret undercurrents going on on the board. It is fun. Some people know something, and they are hinting at it. I think others know it too, but nobody will say? the tension is building.
First off, I have to brush my teeth.
Ah, much better. Minty & cool. No more scuz. Oops I didn?t floss. Be right back.
Done. Fornits is busted tonight. There is talk on the other board about Animals. No talking behind backs.
Oh my god, did I tell you about my new Beck thing? I have a Beck thing now. I have two of his cds, plus I just downloaded GETTOCHIP MALFUNCTION. His music has enough happening in it to keep a ADD pseudoephedrine amped girl like me entertained.
Sorry, this is a bit slow tonight. I?m just getting warmed up, really. I?m gonna take another hit. Oh, you know that thing about holding the smoke in for as long as possible? Is that for real? I mean do dat work?
Wait, there is something my troll said. Yes, I called everyone assholes. I just wanted to say that that is true, not just a rumor, or a troll lie. Let?s see what else. Oh, to clarify my marijuana history: oh yes I have so too gotten stoned before. I was forced by circumstance to live without both my favorite drugs for quite some time. Drinking came back last year. Helps me a lot. Now I have marijuana. Smoke drifts over my desk.
Speaking of kings, where is Troll King?
I miss A.W. (not someone from here, I?m back to the life I lead outside ciber world.) Anyhoo but he was crazy, They got a video of him, on a fabulous snowy night, holding on to the rear bumper of someone?s car driving around town. He?s using his boots for skis, like. What do you call that, florida water people?
A.W. the crazy. But HOT. I mean Calvin Klein underwear model hot. I am not fucking kidding you. In fact, a little while back, I saw a model in a magazine and I had to keep looking at it to see if it was him or not. Okay, you?re wondering what is so crazy. First off, major drunk. We had a date, and he walks down to my house to get me and he is wasted. God damn Greek god beautiful wasted asshole. Nah, he?s not an asshole for his drinking. Don?t worry, I sent him off that evening. Bye. Next time come when you?re not drunk.
Now please don?t read me wrong. If we went out, and got plastered together, what of it, or if we were hanging out making a meal or something and he got drunk, that is not a problem. Or I?d be calling the irish kettle ? something.
But come on, you?re with me, right? This was like a first or second date or something. No, on our first date, that again was the occasion for coming off a long grassless dessert into the savannah. Carlights waved by in the eight o?clock street like emissaries from the galaxies. He he he. Like it? Fuck, excuse me, I was saying, Yes. AW. Smoking weed. Yum. The show was cancelled. So we walked down over the bridge and stood in random parking lot and I tried as hard as I could to concentrate on the stories he was telling me about his first hometown boys. But I was so very high. We got back to second-hometown and I made him take me to the store for munchy stuff. I wish I could explain what I mean when I say he is crazy. First of all, his stare like a feral animal. He says obscure metaphorical things. He had that thing that charismatic people have, integrity of self. I don?t mean moral, he was an asshole. I mean soul integrity. And that is fucking attractive as hell.
little tangent there. Hell Yes! That is the song I am listening to. Gettochip Malfunction. Yes a Beck song. He?s my new loverboy. I love Beck. Beck and Pietra, sittin in tree, kissing. I?m like that boy, in About A Boy (only I?m a girl) who just does stuff to embarrass himself, even though he kind of knows he?s doing it anyway. God, that mother was pathetic. She was funny, That actress played another role like that one, a totally annoying overemotional person, only in that movie her character really sucks. Hmmnn. Talking about yourself again, Pietra? Yes I am. Omg. Wtf. HEHEHEHEHE. I just trolled myself.
God that Pietra chick is whacked. Oh mygod, and you know it ain?t just the weed, either.
Well, that?s about it, folks. I?ve either run out of lies, or I?ve run out of truth. I can?t tell which.
An I?m wasted and I can?t find my way home. Wait, I am home. Okay. Bye now. FOR REAL. GET OFF. GO TO SLEEP.
Oh yeah, another thing I have to ask about is how do you know when the bowl is smoked out? Now don?t make fun of me. I just used to smoke joints. I think I made my own bowl in high school though, out of a piece of wood. How clever of me. It was crude though.
P.S. 4:19:58am Fornits still out! There is an air of mystery around baremetal.com, regarding an unplanned/unexpected move.
Can it, Pietra.
Okay, one more thing. There are several secret undercurrents going on on the board. It is fun. Some people know something, and they are hinting at it. I think others know it too, but nobody will say? the tension is building.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / My Stoned Blog
« on: February 03, 2005, 09:54:00 AM »
2/2/05
back on! i feel like i am gasping for air right now, after being deprived.
back to the regular schedule of blog entry:
(written last night at whatever time, the right time...)
first order of business for the day: response and reaction to today's comments:
Woof-A-Doof: meow! nice doggy!
Anonymous: folks, i'd like to introduce my troll. it's mine, my very own. nobody else has a troll like mine, that follows them around and says mean things. i like my troll a lot. i hope you do too. but hands off my troll. MINE.
RTP: meow meow. that's my boy, taking up for me with my troll. i leap to the top of the fridge and switch my tail and hiss. RTP battles troll, and sends it away. meow.
back on! i feel like i am gasping for air right now, after being deprived.
back to the regular schedule of blog entry:
(written last night at whatever time, the right time...)
first order of business for the day: response and reaction to today's comments:
Woof-A-Doof: meow! nice doggy!
Anonymous: folks, i'd like to introduce my troll. it's mine, my very own. nobody else has a troll like mine, that follows them around and says mean things. i like my troll a lot. i hope you do too. but hands off my troll. MINE.
RTP: meow meow. that's my boy, taking up for me with my troll. i leap to the top of the fridge and switch my tail and hiss. RTP battles troll, and sends it away. meow.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / My Stoned Blog
« on: February 02, 2005, 07:57:00 AM »
sorry, technical difficulties. that was me.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / My Stoned Blog
« on: February 02, 2005, 02:34:00 AM »
ain?t it impressive how I can spoof stoned, while stoned? I have reverse dyslexia when I?m stoned. It looks like the type is coming out backwards, then I realize it is my perception.
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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / My Stoned Blog
« on: February 02, 2005, 02:01:00 AM »
2/2/05
Today I alreayd got stoned and the army isn't even up yet. See below for my stoned creative writing of the evening.
Beck has a beautiful pink screen. It feels good to look at it.
I was always so scared of those higher phase girls. ?You need to get it together today. Your attitude sucks.? Oh I think I got called out my first day there. My name is -------, by the way, in case I had not yet mentioned that. Getting stoned is a win-win situation. You get my name, I get to write this. Anyways, at --------?s I was awake in the middle of the night, craving cigarettes. I can?t remember if I was sleep walking, but I remember being up in her room at night, looking out the window. I think I was half delirious, because I don?t remember checking the lock or anything, I was just looking out, in a daze.
Then whatsherface the other newcomer wakes one of them up, ------ or ----. Then the lights were on. Another night at that house I got a wicked bad earache. Maybe it was that night. Yes, I think that?s what it was. It should not be this hard to remember my own life. These memories don?t flow like childhood memories. They pretend. I see the white room, I see the orange room, the sibling rap room. Sure. The hall. The intake room. The gravel parking lot. It says no to me. Don?t think more. Don?t remember her. Don?t go back in the building and look at what happened there. Rob Frye. Rob Hockersmith. Chris Scoggins. Karen. Gawd this shit gets boring. As though an ything is helped.
As though we don?t get all distracted by RTP. Burning out impurities. And other projects of the current time. Straight. The name takes on comedy. But I can assure you that I have lived in the body of a ghost for the past eighteen years. Coming right up on eighteen fucking long got damn years of being the Brainwashed Child. Or whatev ya call it or want to. See what I mean? Distracted. Look, go in the building. That is where your body can be found. Who got out alive?
Building. White halls. Kim. The sick room where I went when my blood-stained jeans were being washed. The rows of chairs. The humiliation. The love rap where ------ said I lied! Funnnnnyyyyy. Stupid cunt.
The fucking godamn lunch line. Did everyone stand in line? Yes! I think we did! I can recall the feeling of excitement of being by the guys? side!!!!!!!
Meow! ::blushing::
I feel so humiliated of myself. No! Not for the last paragraph! Fuck no! No pun intended! :lol:
No, I feel humiliated for being the Brainwashed Girl. God, if we don?t all have anything else in common, I think we all have that in common. Except Jason the Misbehaver.
Do you know who you?re talking to?
Today I alreayd got stoned and the army isn't even up yet. See below for my stoned creative writing of the evening.
Beck has a beautiful pink screen. It feels good to look at it.
I was always so scared of those higher phase girls. ?You need to get it together today. Your attitude sucks.? Oh I think I got called out my first day there. My name is -------, by the way, in case I had not yet mentioned that. Getting stoned is a win-win situation. You get my name, I get to write this. Anyways, at --------?s I was awake in the middle of the night, craving cigarettes. I can?t remember if I was sleep walking, but I remember being up in her room at night, looking out the window. I think I was half delirious, because I don?t remember checking the lock or anything, I was just looking out, in a daze.
Then whatsherface the other newcomer wakes one of them up, ------ or ----. Then the lights were on. Another night at that house I got a wicked bad earache. Maybe it was that night. Yes, I think that?s what it was. It should not be this hard to remember my own life. These memories don?t flow like childhood memories. They pretend. I see the white room, I see the orange room, the sibling rap room. Sure. The hall. The intake room. The gravel parking lot. It says no to me. Don?t think more. Don?t remember her. Don?t go back in the building and look at what happened there. Rob Frye. Rob Hockersmith. Chris Scoggins. Karen. Gawd this shit gets boring. As though an ything is helped.
As though we don?t get all distracted by RTP. Burning out impurities. And other projects of the current time. Straight. The name takes on comedy. But I can assure you that I have lived in the body of a ghost for the past eighteen years. Coming right up on eighteen fucking long got damn years of being the Brainwashed Child. Or whatev ya call it or want to. See what I mean? Distracted. Look, go in the building. That is where your body can be found. Who got out alive?
Building. White halls. Kim. The sick room where I went when my blood-stained jeans were being washed. The rows of chairs. The humiliation. The love rap where ------ said I lied! Funnnnnyyyyy. Stupid cunt.
The fucking godamn lunch line. Did everyone stand in line? Yes! I think we did! I can recall the feeling of excitement of being by the guys? side!!!!!!!
Meow! ::blushing::
I feel so humiliated of myself. No! Not for the last paragraph! Fuck no! No pun intended! :lol:
No, I feel humiliated for being the Brainwashed Girl. God, if we don?t all have anything else in common, I think we all have that in common. Except Jason the Misbehaver.
Do you know who you?re talking to?
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Let It Bleed / Everything you listened to today
« on: February 01, 2005, 10:16:00 PM »
mostly the same as yesterday. would like to honorable mention No Sett Trippin by Juan Gotti. oh yeah, also a little bit of Hooverphonic and Portishead. hmmnn...remember that music-map thing Frod put up a week or two ago? I wonder if my music collection makes sense in that way. probably. it's not so far from rap to electronic whatever H & P are supposed to be, to some thrashing metal type stuff. Noise, all cool noise. does Beck fit in there somewhere?
also New Slang by the Shins.
also New Slang by the Shins.