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[overocea]

I sometimes think I would like to implant little radio transmitters in everyone I care about, so I know where they are at all times. more! little video cameras in their pupils, so I can see what they see.. at all times. i'd have a wall of television screens, one for each person, and would sit in front of it all day long.

my intentions are lousy with selfishness, self absorption.
I would like to be honest to a hate-inducing fault.

well..
I can count my bitter exes on twenty hands.

"You were born to be a radio song girl, they're all singing about you, it's uncanny. Have you ever really listened?"
"Of course not; I merely hear."
"Nothing I can say matters. Your armour leaves these words broken at your feet."
"Oh, tears! and accelerated heart."
"I don't think about hitting or hurting you, but sex somehow seeps in, and I have thought about raping, or treating you as someone not worth anything more."

so the rain, oh, the rain. i'd had to go into the city last night to visit my visiting mumm, walked as usual to the bus stop with my umbrella.
umbrellas are my favourite things and I would like them to grow from peoples' heads instead of hair, from angels' backs instead of wings.
my umbrella was insufficient. somehow I got soaked from eyelash- to toe-tips so I left footprint puddles on the carpet. I had to borrow my mumm's clothes, tie up her jeans with a ribbon from her hatbox and fall over in her pointy shoes.

then, wandering cold and lonely 3am streets, I feel that everyone in the world must also be wandering cold and lonely 3am streets, so why aren't we doing it together? then I realise they're curled safe in warm and unlonely 3am beds. bastards.

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[avantave.livejournal.com]

un...

...touched.

[(Anonymous)]

Someone posted this and deleted it, which is a shame:

/I like the organic flow of your imagery in your entries and the fearlessness with which you write./

I thought you might like to keep it.
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[basement.livejournal.com]

I purposefully put myself on the outside
and then feel so miserable that i'm there

[bird-e.livejournal.com]

i see that you are insightfull.

would things be better if you started putting yourself on the inside?

how would you do that?

[basement.livejournal.com]

good questions. I shall now forget they were ever asked. :D

[bird-e.livejournal.com]

I sometimes think I would like to implant little radio transmitters in everyone I care about, so I know where they are at all times. more! little video cameras in their pupils, so I can see what they see.. at all times. i'd have a wall of television screens, one for each person, and would sit in front of it all day long

i think that's a great idea, i think that evreybody should have one.

oh... wait... then we would all just see screens of people watching screens of other people, ok. bad idea. but i want one anyway.

[frantic-writer.livejournal.com]

we could take turns living and watching.

[bird-e.livejournal.com]

yes, that's a much better idea. but i also think it would be fun to watch other people watching other people, to see what other people like to watch in other people...

i think that made sense?

[frantic-writer.livejournal.com]

well, we'd have a whole wall of TVs. TVs of people falling in love and having broken hearts and sex and flying kites and eating chinese food while sitting on their asses watching their walls of TV. this sounds like it is becoming a metaphor for the internet or LJ or something. maybe the internet will become this someday. woah that is both scary and fucking awesome.

found a cute poem on my friends lj. thought you might like it.

[bird-e.livejournal.com]

stolen from norksy

The illustrator and humorist Gelett Burgess (1866-1951) once wrote a poem called The Purple Cow:

I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.

The poem became so popular and he became so closely linked with this single quatrain he later wrote a palinode:

Confession: and a Portrait, Too,
Upon a Background that I Rue!

Oh, yes, I wrote 'The Purple Cow,'
I'm sorry now I wrote it!
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'll kill you if you quote it.


Glorious!

Re: found a cute poem on my friends lj. thought you might like it.

[basement.livejournal.com]

gosh, that is adorable!
it reminded me of a poem by Hugh Mearns:

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away.

but I couldn't recall it exactly, so I looked it up. and! on the wikipedia about it? the purple cow is referenced! I feel so validated.

krr krr.

[deserie.livejournal.com]

i am going to add you to my friends list because i like reading about girls who'd like to put video cameras into people's pupils.