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About Me

She basked in her own gloom and sweat. Summer had never been like this, she thought. The year wandered through the seasons without a shiver or a sigh, coats or stockings. She could never remember anything before the ever-present now. This was a debilitating state.She pushed the screen door open, caught it, and abruptly shut it again. There was nothing out there, she thought. Nothing she hadn't seen before, nothing that would shake her back to life. Might as well stay inside, feed on my own head with all its gremlins and nightingales. I'll sing myself lullabyes and never wake up again.The night always came by surprise. She was sad that the day outside her window had been taken for granted, that she couldn't just wish it back and keep the creeping black at bay.Lamps were pointless. They sat, edged up against a chair or dangling precariously from a wall. They were mute burdens of fancy and she laughed in their dull faces when ever the bolder of the two tried to out-do the sun (whom was sleeping.)The girl liked to sit on the floor. The floor allowed as much sprawling and flipping and lolling as one could handle, and for this she was grateful. When she laid in bed, she secretly yearned for the well-trodden wood beneath her feet.Considering her angles, she believed herself obtuse. No fitting necessary, and no one could change her mind. Simplicity was its own form of beauty. She looked at the black angles crossing themselves and then crossing themselves again through the dirty glass. Creatures crittered on the lawn, looking like anxious old women. She told them to slow down, to enjoy it, but they never listened. They always came back.She sat, just like the day before and the day before that, waiting. Waiting for destruction, for tenderness, for epiphany, for atonement, for sanctuary, for degradation, for disaster, for divinity, for the key, for mystery, for anger, for murder, for crucifixion, for punishment, for the mail, for creation, for anything that gave a damn. But nothing gives a damn about you if you don't give a damn about something. She sat in the shade by the tiger lilies, and said nothing...

My Interests

anything with cheese.
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I'd like to meet:

..find a pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife.

Music:

velvet underground, mazzy star, portishead, milla jovovich, DRESDEN DOLLS, jenny lewis and the watson twins, belle and sebastien, the weakerthans, leonard cohen, fiery furnaces, antony and the johnsons, jana hunter, led zeppelin, rilo kiley, le tigre, mum, postal service, sons and daughters, vive le fete, queen, heart, the moldy peaches, ani difranco, tori amos, the arcade fire, modest mouse, nouvelle vague, coco rosie, the shins, blondie, cat power, the decemberists, the modern lovers, the cars, prince, bob dylan, jefferson airplane, janis joplin, the streets, the mars volta, peaches, rjd2, devendra banhart, the clash, blonde redhead, kate bush, tv on the radio, feist, bright eyes, the faint, the avalanches, mum, the kills, lemon jelly, the raveonettes, joy division, bloc party

Movies:

..sin city, the rules of attraction, BATTLE ROYALE, labrynth, noi albanoi, easy rider, taxi driver, the neverending story, waking life, thirteen conversations about one thing, requiem for a dream, pulp fiction, freaks, lost in translation, alphaville, most things starring the lovely and stylish audrey hepburn. ..This profile was edited with Thomas' myspace editor™ V2.5

Television:

fraggle rock.

Books:

anything by anais nin, henry miller, tolstoy, doestoyevsky, bukowski, vonnegut.

Heroes:

My Blog

real women are just bad porn.

The Porn MythIn the end, porn doesn't whet men's appetitesit turns them off the real thing.By Naomi WolfAt a benefit the other night, I saw Andrea Dworkin, the anti-porn activist most famous in the e...
Posted by jill on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 02:17:00 PST

fake poem for a real emily.

considering the unkempt ways of her words, she was always moving forward with undying resolution. There was no choice to be made; it was impossible to look back. She watched the sky for a shift in the...
Posted by jill on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 04:24:00 PST

someone took that away from me.

so. i'm thinking, and have been thinking, that "complacent" best describes my current state of mind. i go with the flow like no other, and i can be no other way. this is me talking t...
Posted by jill on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 11:12:00 PST

jesus christ.

ryan, in all his glorious brilliance, has finally gotten some controversy going. google "lindsay lohan lost dog poster" (or something else to that effect) and read all about it.ms. lohan is apparently...
Posted by jill on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 11:58:00 PST

chico, aka hometown blues.

i'm here, once again, in my place of origin. and frankly, i'm starting to think this little trip was something of a mistake. send me love and help me pass the time...
Posted by jill on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 01:29:00 PST

i will never leave my computer again.

so, i just stumbled upon what i believe to be the greatest thing ever. overheardinnewyork.com is now my life.a taste of what's waiting for you if you do choose to visit, which i highly reccomend.And ...
Posted by jill on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 08:06:00 PST

no title.

i feel like i'm dying and i wish it would hurry up.i'm tired of life.
Posted by jill on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 05:10:00 PST

becca's a pretty clever girl.

definition of ghetto:stuffing chicken wings in your purse at the all you can eat buffet.genius.
Posted by jill on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 09:04:00 PST

cool.

so i've re-entered the world of the living and gotten a new phone. same old phone number. so, yeah....call me....
Posted by jill on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 07:29:00 PST

worst day ever.

not really, but pretty high up there.so, my purse got stolen out of my living room this morning (don't ask me how, i have no clue.) anyways, my beloved phone with all your numbers was in that purse. ...
Posted by jill on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 11:16:00 PST