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helenita

It ain't that bad when your mini-horse's doo doo is dusty.

About Me

Creativity is important to me. I do a little bit of everything, but don't love any of it enough to commit. I'm a dabbler! I've learned to: oil paint, draw in charcoal, develop and print photographs, play the piano, refinish and reupholster furniture, sew, make soap and candles, salsa dance, write html, collage, decoupage, and a whole host of other shit. Also, I have subsequently forgotten how to do most of those things.

I keep a website with some poetry, fiction, essays, and a blog (I know, pretty gay) at poethelena.com . Yes, I'm a super nerd. My stories are all dark, and the characters are loathsome. I don't write to be good, to impress, or to win. Just to connect.

I really like to smell good. Lotions, perfumes, soaps, and powders make me happy. I'm trying to learn how to cook. You can make anything up to me with cookies.

My Interests

Movies
Cartoons
Writing
Reading
Making Stuff
Bath Products
Vintage Purses
Pedicures
Toys
Stickers
Anything Pink
Thrift Stores
Salmon Nigiri
Diet Cherry Pepsi

I'd like to meet:

Non-robots.

Music:

Refrigerator, clock, crickets outside.

Movies:

I'll watch anything...even a Lifetime Movie...

Television:

Cartoons and documentaries, basically.

Books:

The smell of books makes me giddy, and I go to the library for fun.

I could say Buk, Hem, Fante, Salinger, cummings, Carver, Greene, Parker, Hamsun, Munro, Cisneros. They all mean the same to me, they're all my loves.

Heroes:

The Sincere

and Rina, my amazing best friend.

My Blog

Buzz

because i have a tiny moth braini keep coming backto you the hotterand meanerand more cruel you become the harder i tryto get inif you have any mercy at allpleaseturn off the light...
Posted by helenita on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 02:47:00 PST

Why I Dont Answer Before 4pm

SubI sleepuntil the sun goes downbecause I’d rather spend my timein dreamswhere I embrace dead relatives and pets,where I have the ability to fly.Each time I wake upand rearrange the pillows,I r...
Posted by helenita on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 02:52:00 PST

Calling Myself Out

You can’t be lonely.  Only two kinds of people will be with the Lonely.  A)People who want to use you for something and know you are weak and vulnerable, or B) Other lonely people...
Posted by helenita on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 03:09:00 PST

Well, well, well.

It's all good.  I'm not sure what additional superfluous internal organs I could get rid of at this point, but I'm not going to ask.  Appendix pathology is great, no signs of malignancy.&nbs...
Posted by helenita on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 03:03:00 PST

Revenge of the Cyst

Hello again!  Well, aside from the psychological stuff (which I wish I could blame on this whole ordeal, but we both know better than that), I am almost 100% recovered from the surgery, taking ca...
Posted by helenita on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 02:09:00 PST

Where the Hell I’ve been

Hi everybody! First off, I want to say thank you for the inquiries you've made as to my presence--both privately, and right here on the site. It means a lot to me to know that there ARE people who wou...
Posted by helenita on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 11:17:00 PST

A foulmouthed tart

bait and switchit's a carnival gamethat i keep sinking money intofor a prize that's worthsixty-five centsyou were never really hereat allbut hiding behinda veil of vodkamanipulating the mirrorsand blo...
Posted by helenita on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 11:23:00 PST

I got razorblades

Definitely Not ShinolaYou know those times you saidI was too good for youand I saidNo,not at all?I was wrong.You couldn't possibly deserve me any less.It was a charity caseat best,but withoutthat rewa...
Posted by helenita on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 03:01:00 PST

Better late than never.

Natural DisasterYou want a devastating love,a heart left demolished,like a place that's been hitby a hurricane.Jagged planks broken ribsand the wet remains inside left behindbecause at some pointit's ...
Posted by helenita on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 06:04:00 PST

What, me bitter?

For SportDoes poetry still get you laid?Even now,when you're breaking downand you find that decent womenaren't charmedby your crueltyand bile?At 23 you were an enigma.A prodigy.The master of brooding....
Posted by helenita on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 04:14:00 PST