leea (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} magicpony) wrote,@ 2006-12-27 13:04:00 |
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diamond dogs
last night i realized that i am an idiot. the easily influenced, naive, sad human processor kind. he thinks my observations are flooded with junk. i can tell by the way he raises his brow. i was too honest, i finished his rum. i don't know. he believes it's easy to love one person and is filled with the luster of constancy, but i don't get it. i mean, he is going to die! my room smells like nail polish, and my desk is sad because it wants to be used. the wall is cracked from the mice that make love beneath it, a plastic deer melts under a lamp, the floor is covered in watermark tissue for a project, a boy drawing, paper bag, dirty dresses, december. i have a gold locket, which i just picked up and stared inside. i looked at my skin and it looks old. old winter lady!
man, what a bummer week it has been. nothing happens like in the movies because i am programmed to be this way, it's in my genetic makeup the way geoff became with his basement studio and collection of beer mugs, that will be me in twenty-five years. but i am happy about some secrets, and the end of my dog year, how everything is kind of rad, old winter lady and her sassy wine. i will visit my favourite aunt in switzerland and stay in her round mountain house with a stupid pointy hat. oh, someone is at the door. i'm too dramatic, i have this urgency for something new and delusions of decadence. this is why i have decided to be a film-maker! orchestrating things the way they are meant to play out, hopefully following through. i have to get the door. but it's a stupid life. maybe i will be a maid.
last night i realized that i am an idiot. the easily influenced, naive, sad human processor kind. he thinks my observations are flooded with junk. i can tell by the way he raises his brow. i was too honest, i finished his rum. i don't know. he believes it's easy to love one person and is filled with the luster of constancy, but i don't get it. i mean, he is going to die! my room smells like nail polish, and my desk is sad because it wants to be used. the wall is cracked from the mice that make love beneath it, a plastic deer melts under a lamp, the floor is covered in watermark tissue for a project, a boy drawing, paper bag, dirty dresses, december. i have a gold locket, which i just picked up and stared inside. i looked at my skin and it looks old. old winter lady!
man, what a bummer week it has been. nothing happens like in the movies because i am programmed to be this way, it's in my genetic makeup the way geoff became with his basement studio and collection of beer mugs, that will be me in twenty-five years. but i am happy about some secrets, and the end of my dog year, how everything is kind of rad, old winter lady and her sassy wine. i will visit my favourite aunt in switzerland and stay in her round mountain house with a stupid pointy hat. oh, someone is at the door. i'm too dramatic, i have this urgency for something new and delusions of decadence. this is why i have decided to be a film-maker! orchestrating things the way they are meant to play out, hopefully following through. i have to get the door. but it's a stupid life. maybe i will be a maid.
