victoria

"If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place." -- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

THE OTHER DAY, I WAS WALKING BACK HOME FROM GROCERY SHOPPING, AND I SAW A GUY WALKING UP THE STREET WITH A METAL ARTIFICIAL LEG. YOU KNOW, THE KIND THAT LOOKS KIND OF TERMINATOR-ISH-LIKE. I THOUGHT, "HOLY CRAP, THAT IS SO COOL." AND I WAS COMPLETELY ENAMORED WITH THAT METAL LEG FOR AGES. IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME. I THINK I WOULD LIKE TO DATE A GUY WITH A PROSTHETIC LEG LIKE THAT SOMEDAY.

tru tru, yes, I see you... ++
In the #dusting rain of my {brain,} train refrain ##. Again and again, and the lady says I'm late in coming.

All alone, all along, yes, I telephoned all of my sons, but dead they are all, tru biz.


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tra la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa

ya, so, like I went to the mall today with mah bitches, kailee and hailee aka the haikai twins. we met up with logan, omg he's a hot piece of ass. he's like a year and half older than me, ew! but who cares. haha whatever, he did say he has a younger bro my age, ha! that's awesome, i hope he's hot too! so we all went out and we like, smoked some really primo weed, and I was so fucked up, haha omg! good times! after that we went to the play park near the mall, and twirled around on the marrygoround til i puked! shit that was emberrising, i hope logan doesnt think i'm gross or something! yeah, so cristmas is tomorrow, and my dumb rents are making me to stay home with the familie and then go to church. omfg whatevs.

peace out pplz,
and save a horse, ride a cowboy!! yaaaaaaah!!!

Last night, I was kneeling on my bedroom floor clearing up a mess when I noticed an odd smell. Having two giant dogs that shit bigger than chihuahuas, I identified it as dog poo. My eyes roved around the room, looking for the source of the abominable smell, worrying that one of my dogs may have left a deposit in my room. While looking around, I noticed mysterious brown smudges on the carpet, and I immediately thought, "Oh no, not my shoes!" So, I lifted up one foot. Lo and behold, the bottom of my shoe was thickly encrusted with shit. I took my shoe downstairs and put to use an old fast-food chopstick to ply the shit away from the bottom of my shoe.

That was the worst thing that happened to me yesterday. On the upside, thanks to the amazing domestic powers of the studly Mr. Clean, my shoes now smell kind of lemony.