I'm a level 5 Behemoth, in fax machine-world! I've got a magic piccolo and everything!
//random surrealism generator//

why, thank you, Senator.. we wish we could say the same

"I appreciate every one of you, especially you ladies. You are good-looking. God bless you."
South Carolina Senator Strom Thurmond, to congressional colleagues on his 99th birthday.

sitting in the boardroom
the I'm-so-bored room
listening to the suits
talk about their world
they can make straight lines
out of almost anything
except for the line
of my upper lip when it curls
dressed in my best greasy skin
and squinty eyes
I'm the only part of summer here
that made it inside
in the air-conditioned building
decorated with coporate flair
I wonder
can these boys smell me bleeding
though my underwear

there's men wearing the blood
of the women they love
there's white wearing the blood of the brown
but every woman learns to bleed from the moon
and we bleed to renew life
every time it's cut down
I got my vertebrae all stacked up
as high as they go
I but I still feel myself sliding
from the earth that I know
so I excuse myself and leave the room
say my period came early
but it's not a minute too soon

I go and find the only other woman on the floor
is the secretary sitting at the desk by the door
I ask her if she's got a tampon I could use
she says
oh honey, what a hassle for you
sure I do
you know I do
I say
it ain't no hassle, no, it ain't no mess
right now it's the only power
that I possess
these businessmen got the money
they got the instruments of death
But I can make life
I can make breath
sitting in the boardroom
the I'm-so-bored room
listening to the suits talk about their world
I didn't really have much to say
the whole time I was there
so I just left a big brown bloodstain
on their white chair

ani difranco

youth culture killed my dog
Listening to They Might Be Giants' 1986 self-titled album. With titles like Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes and Alienation's For the Rich, how could I not love this? Off I go to dance.

Life
by Peter Fagen

Plenty for some
nothing for some.

Life's sometimes like an ice cold drink
sometimes like a cup of hot tea.

Each day like a new car
smell nice and fresh never used.

Then a day could be like a wildfire destroying everything in sight
a ball of rage.

When it grows dark streets will be dance floors cars will be fumbling dancers stepping on people's feet.

By the next day's start everything will be fresh like a produce market.

I am absolutely in awe of my baby brother. (This got a check+ and an "excellent work!" from his teacher.)

Cruising
by Peter Fagen

Come let's get together,
let us roam the land together
Driving.

Let's go cruising.

Around
The St. Pete beaches
Sun is bright
Afternoon sky is bright.
Sunrays are great strands
Of golden hair.

On the beach
A game is being played.

Let's go cruising.

Let us roam the land forever
Cruising.

i heart david lynch and thanks to little missy, I now must see this film.

So. Mulholland Drive. When I was watching the movie, I felt myself become increasingly agitated once the lesbian thing was introduced, because at that point I was convinced the movie had derailed itself. And shortly thereafter the Lynchian weirdness and bizarre chronology kicked in. But I kept telling myself "Missy, don't dwell on plot points. You'll drive yourself mad." And while I certainly don't have an explanation (which may not even exist in a 'correct' sense) for many of the plot details, I think the movie, once seen in its entirety (and probably moreso after a second viewing) makes a great deal of sense. It's amazing how truly horrific Lynch can make the ugly underbelly of Hollywood seem, though really, I think the larger message of the movie is the sheer sadness when our dreams (as in aspirations, though this movie also plays off the kind of dreams swirling through our heads when we sleep) are not only not realized, but in fact the opposite of what we'd hoped. Unlike, say, Lars Von Trier, who is bent on simply punishing his characters with contrived unfortunate situations, Lynch's characters have a strange self-awareness, with many having dualistic dispositions rooted in a(n) evil/sadness/ugliness, etc from within. Anyway, before I go any further into some nonsensical dissertation on the movie, let me just say that Naomi Watts is fantastic, and Justin Theroux is hunkalicious.

I'm afraid the prognosis is quite grim.

If I were a I would be: SIN

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