Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
a list of lists:
some things to avoid...
ways in which i am not emo...
things i should have said...
adventures i wish to have...
people i intend to meet...
tomorrow is like...
things i wish to acquire...
things grown ups should avoid...
some ideals...
ways to be a child...
things in my head...
things that should not be left lying around...
ways to avoid chores...
words that i would never use to describe myself...
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Song-Typewriting...

I really really really love typewriters.
irony spills from your blackened tongue
the ice never melted
and the stars always shone
the faces of the people you never knew
fake their broken smiles
and revere over you
the carcrash dreams were never forgotten
and the broken seams were only cotton
because the world got the better of humanity
forever is just a waste of time
and the calendar's bet on a rugged dime
perhaps we're all just caught up in our vanity
heart-broken eyes say a million words
read me your story
throw the rest to the birds
dainty delusions aren't all what they seem
you're no good at hiding
your fraudulent scheme
well the cracked mirror never told you otherwise
so you stood and you stared 'til the world burned down your eyes
dressed up in screams is the worst kind of disguise
so I'll see you in red 'til we say our last goodbyes
See that lack of grammar, Frances!
Toodlepip,
Christie xo
Monday, November 24, 2008
I haven't orgasmed that hard since your mother.
MAN, I am such an excitment whore. I get so into the theme of the class.
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Please PLEASE Frances, don't make a "columbine: film study" class...
-love joe-