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[03 May 2005|03:35pm]

In space the stars are no nearer
Just glitters like a morgue
And I dreamed I was a spaceman
Burned like a moth in a flame
And our world was so fucking gone

I'm not attached to your world
Nothing heals, nothing grows

I'm not attached to your world
Nothing heals, nothing grows

Because it's a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another

All my stitches itch
My prescriptions low,
I wish you were queen
Just for today
In a world that's so white what else could I say?

And hell was so cold
All the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands all open
Mother Mary, miscarry
But we pray just like insects
And the world is so ugly now

Because it's a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another

All my stitches itch
My prescriptions low,
I wish you were queen
Just for today

All my stitches itch
My prescriptions low,
I wish you were queen
Just for today
In a world that's so white what else could I say?

It's a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another

All my stitches itch
My prescriptions low,
I wish you were queen
Just for today

All my stitches itch
My prescriptions low,
I wish you were queen
Just for today
In a world that's so white what else could I say?

-great big white world

 

i am not deleting this journal, but this will be the last time I post anything in it. I can not even begin to explain how much LJ has given to me, and then stripped it all away from me. And as far as those NIN tickets go, keep them. if anyone needs to get in touch with me my sn is yourvixenvomits...

 

so i will end with one of my very first posts...sometime in 2003

In the harmless crystal made
Mad on your lips, sewn by decay
And night, in the emblem
Of pedants with exploding luggage
and gauges for elegance,
In the subscpiption of hearts
In the strangled teeth of work
In the judgment of each word
In the end, pretend you hear me.


It never stops. never. now.
So many times i thought it was over and so many times i hated him more than anyone that has ever lived and loved him more than anyone i have ever known. What could i have been thinking of, saying what I said?

None knows what they have been or will be. Each day changes without changing. Do you know what I am saying?

This is real silence.
He made me cry harder but laugh softer
and turned my lines of beauty and love into codes of identification. His security is maintained in the detection of a flawed meter, and messages of coercion and betrayal and delivered in iambics. So I rest me case and maybe he will call me or write me on May 25. Maybe not. But I will be there. I will be sitting on those rocks waiting for our past. The last image has begun to fade.. and I will use the next boy as a platform for my mirror because in my mirror gives off no reflection...

a beautiful doll that sleeps without air.
exposed, she will glitter.

So. I will finish my tears and stop my poetic crap and close by singing...
"Be gentle with this delicate treasure
That can both hurt and heal at such great measure
This key will open the floodgates: my hope, fear and love,
But it will send it all back on the virgin wings of a dove..."

Thank You for everything
-Little Red Riding Hood-


 

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of you. [13 Apr 2004|07:32pm]

beautifulpeices

 

 

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beautifulpeices [13 Apr 2004|05:25am]
I finally have a journal that is available to everyone.
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A burning flag ;) [28 Mar 2004|12:29am]
TriniSite: it's special
Greydog6: what is
TriniSite: your love
Greydog6: I am so in love with Dan, i have never been happier
Greydog6: with anyone
Greydog6: ever
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Okay maybe I will get it right this time... [10 Mar 2004|09:55pm]

which one is me...Collapse )

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I hope this works... [10 Mar 2004|09:43pm]

la la laCollapse )

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[09 Feb 2004|09:46pm]

 

 

Beautiful, no matter what.Collapse )

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FRIENDS ONLY [03 Feb 2004|08:58pm]
subdue to my pelvic ostentations (don't listen to her...) Just ask to be added.
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[03 Feb 2004|06:44pm]
I just checked the history on my mom's computer and she has been reading my journal.

I trusted you too, mom.


Goodbye.
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[30 Jan 2004|10:28am]
oooooooooooooooooooo love is exciting :)
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I suck. period. [30 Jan 2004|09:28am]
I eat way too much.

*oink*
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French Dictionary [23 Jan 2004|12:45pm]
"Jenna, you were EXCELLENT! You are the STAR of the class. You are the QUEEN!" -physics teacher

Honestly, I made my poster for my presentation two classes before I had to present. It was horrible. My slides were taken from another persons slide show and I read straight from my paper. It was about black holes, and, well...I still do not understand them any better from when I started my paper/presentation.
O well.
I was not EXCELLENT
but compared to the rest of my class, I was.


Last night I went to bed at around 3/4 am and it felt SO GOOD to go to bed. I slept so inredibly well and awoke feeling fresh and rested...(even though I have not showered in a few days...only slept 4 hours or so, and...yeah...bruised and bloated)

No more sex for a whileee, even Dan said so, lol.
TOO MUCH SEX is a BAD, BAD thing.


I think I should go to lunch even though I really want to write about something/one that really botherd me last night.





I love dan.
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GuinnessMurphys: jew! [23 Jan 2004|01:18am]
Dan: i love that random rushing wave, when love just washes over my body like i got hit by a crashing wave and engulfs me completly
Me: you are a poet love
Dan: only for you
Dan: i never thought drowning would feel so good
Dan: i really wish your mother heard you say nigger
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"I dream the fog surrounds me" [20 Jan 2004|10:08pm]
Tomorrow is going to be awesome.
I hope...

I need to go to the doctor's really soon. If not, well, I will kill myself (I did not want to write that but, yes, it is really THAT bad.)I can not take it any longer. I need to change everything. EVERYTHING. And tomorrow seems like the perfect day to do so...now if I could only get myself to take a shower....hmmmm...
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[20 Jan 2004|10:39am]
I AM IN LOVE AND IT'S SO FUCKING GREAT. He tells me he loves me at least 20 times a day, and it NEVER gets old. He kisses me on the forehead, nose, cheeks and lips all throught the day. He holds my hand and plays with my hair and... o my god American Idol is on and it's soooooooo funny!!!!!!!!! ahhhaahahahahah.... I will finish my love rant later! I promise! (I honeslty was writing this and heard the TV on in the other room, lol, crazy cray girl...)
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[17 Jan 2004|03:41pm]
Despite my grandmother going to the hospital and my parents making me cry and my 4 college letters that i got in the mail today saying that my application was incomplete and my horrible stomach pains and my loose jeans fitting tightly and Glenn telling me that I was intimidating and my gyno appointment I still had a great day....a fucking GREAT day, I wana do it again.
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Shrooms. [13 Jan 2004|12:12pm]
I know it should not bother me.
It is his life, his body, his loss.
I am not mad at him
or upset with his choice,
I simply have learned a lesson in life.

Another fucking lesson learned the hard way.

While he is off in Never Never Land where the floors are liquid and his knees are in jello, I sit here, like I always do, trying to comprehend his happiness.

I do not think I could lay beside him in the darkness (after six months) and bring myself to know his skin.

His giddy, innocent voice leaves me with a hollow ringing within my silence, like air inside a nitrous oxide dream.
My twisted interpretation of "his" voice brings sounds from within him which human tissue is incapable of bearing.
His bones are so dull; they can barley break through his own excuses.
I will sleep when the music stops dancing, with my wrists resting in the holes he has dug beside me in the sand.
(I know by the volume of his gun and the heat of his laughter that I have just landed on his shore.)
And in the mists of my awareness I can see the remains of my lover, lying limp and unconscious, drowning in his floor.
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She. [13 Jan 2004|09:48am]

eatingplastic

 

good luck.

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beautiful. (I was raped by God) [13 Jan 2004|09:07am]
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Bad picture, I hate it of me. [11 Jan 2004|02:02pm]
http://captainmike.org/Gallery/concertpics2003070322.JPG

Me and my ex-gf
I hate this pic of me but she looks so cute I had to put it up.
This was in the summer and it was POURING --the concert where Antionio broke his ankle, dave (my bf at the time too) broke his finger and Andy broke his arm or something in his arm...whatever.
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