Date:2004-09-15 05:56

oh look. it's time to get ready for work. and i haven't yet slept a wink. though not from lack of trying.

fucking ass.

Wanna Be Crucified

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Date:2004-04-20 03:38

someone just gave me a whole slab of yoohoo.


9 Strange Little Girls  |  Wanna Be Crucified

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Date:2003-11-18 10:19
Subject:This Is A Photograph Of Me

It was taken some time ago.
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;

then, as you scan
it, you see in the left-hand corner
a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
(balsam or spruce) emerging
and, to the right, halfway up
what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.

In the background there is a lake,
and beyond that, some low hills.

(The photograph was taken
the day after I drowned.

I am in the lake, in the center
of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion

but if you look long enough,
you will be able to see me.)

Margaret Atwood

Today i will do many things and think of many others to do in the future now that i have goals and dreams and i will not waste away one second longer in the life i have chosen to leave behind.

Today i am reborn.

6 Strange Little Girls  |  Wanna Be Crucified

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Date:2003-11-16 01:31
Subject:what are regrets? They're just lessons we haven't learned yet.

Oh yeah well, You stand for every known abuse that I've ever seen my way through. Don't I wish I knew better by now? Well I think I'm starting to.

2 Strange Little Girls  |  Wanna Be Crucified

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Date:2003-01-30 11:56

I've lost my mind.

10 Strange Little Girls  |  Wanna Be Crucified

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Date:2002-11-04 04:15

Ode to "America's Favorite Cookie"

Tongue and teeth are black
'You can have some of my milk'
Mom! I've got rabies.

9 Strange Little Girls  |  Wanna Be Crucified

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Date:2002-06-17 01:16

I want you to know that I want you dead.

15 Strange Little Girls  |  Wanna Be Crucified

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Raising Up My Hands
Drive Another Nail In
Just what God needs
One More Victim