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Jul. 5th, 2001 04:32 pmgirls and boys
might as well be
the same species
i've been spelling my middle name wrong for the past 20 years.
nobody ever really told me how it was spelt
just that it was maree
so i've always spelt it marie
but i got my birth certificate the other day...
i'm writing a captured girl song,
it's called: captured girl song
inspiration
the one episode of millenium i've ever really watched
hole's jennifer's body
remembering telling people i was a sociopath & wondering if it was true
it began a story:
I'd been thinking of doing it for some time, over a year, in fact. I'd planned it out several times in my head, each time different, but even with all that musing and plotting I'd never really thought I could seriously do it. I mean, watching such stories at the theatre or on TV, or hearing of similar happenings in the news, always saddened me; disgusted and scared me. Somehow, though, thinking of doing it myself didn't upset me in all. Actually, it didn't make me feel anything, really, which confused me because it didn't seem to make sense. After wondering about just that one lonely afternoon, I found that I had at some time come to the unconscious decision that I was really going to do it, that very day.
& i already know i'll never finish it
i've lists & lists of unfinished songs & stories
might as well be
the same species
i've been spelling my middle name wrong for the past 20 years.
nobody ever really told me how it was spelt
just that it was maree
so i've always spelt it marie
but i got my birth certificate the other day...
i'm writing a captured girl song,
it's called: captured girl song
inspiration
the one episode of millenium i've ever really watched
hole's jennifer's body
remembering telling people i was a sociopath & wondering if it was true
it began a story:
I'd been thinking of doing it for some time, over a year, in fact. I'd planned it out several times in my head, each time different, but even with all that musing and plotting I'd never really thought I could seriously do it. I mean, watching such stories at the theatre or on TV, or hearing of similar happenings in the news, always saddened me; disgusted and scared me. Somehow, though, thinking of doing it myself didn't upset me in all. Actually, it didn't make me feel anything, really, which confused me because it didn't seem to make sense. After wondering about just that one lonely afternoon, I found that I had at some time come to the unconscious decision that I was really going to do it, that very day.
& i already know i'll never finish it
i've lists & lists of unfinished songs & stories