English Final Part 3 |
Monrovia Anthology: The Case of Savannah WaggonerSuch as a cat would wallow in the sun, here I am to rest.Spending my middle age with society's care free decomposersClean up is their job nowNo longer ...
Posted by Dorothy on Thu, 29 May 2008 03:38:00 PST |
116 |
I was in gym playing a game. I had to knock people over, or just block their view. And my friend James told me to call him when I wasn't busy, so after that class, I tried calling him but I didn...
Posted by Dorothy on Wed, 21 May 2008 03:02:00 PST |
Richard Cory |
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him:He was a gentleman from sole to crown,Clean-favoured and imperially slim.And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was alw...
Posted by Dorothy on Thu, 08 May 2008 09:20:00 PST |
cold feet |
There was this children's part for them to watch videos in and learn visual things on a projected video. My art class was escorted in there to learn how to best do whatever. I wasn't paying attention....
Posted by Dorothy on Sun, 04 May 2008 12:11:00 PST |
112 |
I wish I had something to say. - I do, but I shan't say it.
Posted by Dorothy on Thu, 01 May 2008 08:49:00 PST |
Once something dies, you can’t make it live. |
I heard you fell into a rabbit hole,Covered yourself up in snow.Baby tell me, where'd you go,For days and days.Your heart starts skippin' steps.So you're farther gone,Than you might expect.If your tho...
Posted by Dorothy on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 03:46:00 PST |
I want to go to sleep |
I want to go to sleep And dream of you and me just off the coast On a holiday so long and warm and lucky Always wake up in my bedroom all alone ...
Posted by Dorothy on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 08:50:00 PST |
Third times the charm, cunt. |
I wish that I could be self-sufficient. I'm sure I'd be happier. Being able to just let go or care on will, to be a magician of feelings and conjure up the best mood for the situation. I'd be a comple...
Posted by Dorothy on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 11:37:00 PST |
Lets do it to-gether. |
The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday.Makes you wonder why it even bothered.
Posted by Dorothy on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:13:00 PST |
I find myself searching for old selves |
Listening to: Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?I love talking to people about how they're really feeling, instead of some one-word lie to get me to shoo. I.. I usually try to help th...
Posted by Dorothy on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 07:51:00 PST |
