ta tat tat tic. |
Year of the rat, coming up up up.Gonna get what I want when I want. get what I deserve. get to feel the way I'm supposed to feel. get on the up and up. get ahead in aca...
Posted by lindsay on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 09:44:00 PST |
as subtle as a trainwreck. |
this came out of nowhere and i don't understand it.because its a stupid idea.don't look so shocked,jane...
Posted by lindsay on Sun, 06 May 2007 10:30:00 PST |
burnt as a hotplate. |
i wanted to let you know, i'm having a hard time.i want to go home....
Posted by lindsay on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 04:49:00 PST |
what a sloppy goosestep. |
a long time ago when i was in kindgergarden i watched a cartoon about sperm whales. i later had a dream that i was one of these talking sperm whales and we were in my classroom. i watched a bunch of p...
Posted by lindsay on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 08:14:00 PST |
raggedy anne, ravaged anne. |
I'm so tired of you pulling apart these hems you've sewn.Lay down your thimble and let a calico disaster go on her way.Let's salvage what we can and I'll hobble on scissor feet, cutting away the threa...
Posted by lindsay on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 12:19:00 PST |
what once was a good gentile. |
She had washed the life and heart lines from her palms for they were unecessary. Who needed these broken ravines to tell her the course? Every flora and fauna was flooded and flushed from each chasm i...
Posted by lindsay on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 03:28:00 PST |
this is your shanty |
we're tangled like a sailor's knotentwined like some sea serpentswe're rapid as a sailor's thoughtsour widow walk, our widow walkwe're filled like a walking plankfabled as a siren's rockwe're cold as ...
Posted by lindsay on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 01:33:00 PST |
somethings with thorns. |
to forget him she would wrap herself in floral patterns and obsess over carpet lint, studying the twisting fibers with such scrupulous eyes that she forever seemed in a trance. It had all hit her in t...
Posted by lindsay on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 08:31:00 PST |
she was drawing a dead anarchist. |
even when i have left the kitchen, and the spoon is in the drawer, i somehow manage to still stir up trouble with people.i've said no word in months, made no action---name the harm.new years resolutio...
Posted by lindsay on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 02:50:00 PST |
i used to worry myself to the point of ulcers. |
I've always ached to know if I'm the cause of antimosity and taken great pains to try and avoid stepping on toes; and pushed everyone else's guilt into my own stomach and cried over battles lost and b...
Posted by lindsay on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 11:27:00 PST |
