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11/01 Direct Link
In my dreams, I was concocting the most exquisite collection of words used to describe a most pure elegant madness. A description of a beautiful mind unraveling in a manner so-simple-it-was complex and so complex-it-was-simple sort of delivery. An explanation so delirously dreamy of a tortured soul finally learning to indulge without inhibitions, approaching the climax of the century. But I wouldnít wake in time to salvage the hysterics and rose late enough that no pen was nearby my disposition. It came in a language only granted access through a faraway consciousness unknown to anyone aware of their pitiful mortality.
11/02 Direct Link
Bust:34. Waist:27. Hips:36. So read the measuring tape around my rapidly shrinking body in the alterations department of yet another bridal store. My friends keep getting married, fatter and loose hoo-has from poppin babies. I keep getting thinner and enjoying my singleness. We're growing worlds apart, but I still visit them. It usually involves bridesmaid dresses or gifts for sore nipples and cleaning spit. So, I can't describe my excitement when I found a friend from elementary school who is unmarried and chasing ass. It'll be fun sharing good times/possibly tongue now that I look/feel better than 3rd grade.
11/03 Direct Link
Hereís some shrink material to ingest! What would cause a perfectly sane girl, whoís been keeping it together for quite some time, to wake up trembling, watching over her shoulder so violently?

Thereís nothing wrong with me is there?
Nothing!

SooooÖ jumping out of bed, lucid none whatsoever, and rushing to pound down animal-free confectionary sweets (with sufficient control to read ingredient labels and chug post-damage emergency laxatives) until my esophagus exploded Ö is normal?

Munch on that!
you overpaid, condescending lab coat dick.

Maybe it was you making me sick while I tried finding peace in my dreams.
11/04 Direct Link
Oh dear! Iíve lost my prettiness again.

Those moments you walk past a mirror and retrack back to see OM-MY-GODÖ
sweetness and attractiveness!

Who wouldíve thought a gray day could make eyes sparkle and skin glow?
And hey, angles favor your unique physique and delicate silhouette.

Yes. It escaped along with my shadow and I havenít seen her for days. I miss it so much I could post lost signs and offer a reward for compliments to bring her back. The description would read that she might have a little wear in her demeanor, but still a sight to see!!!
11/05 Direct Link
Everybody makes mistakes. Why couldnít you let me make mine in peace? Let me enjoy this fuck up Iím entitled, and the next one to come, because itís inevitable. The same way your perfect world is now crumbling down. The same way youíre realizing you genetic material didnít inherit perfection through miraculous evolution. The same way I will not rape your dignity just because itís become quite the spectacle to watch you picking up the pieces of your tragedy and try to make them whole. We are all broken and defective in one way or another. Let me err too.
11/06 Direct Link
Those pills I took, I fear, might have been expired! The whole ritual of unwrapping the capsules from the foil with my shaky fingertips, throwing them back with tepid water, and feeling them bump their way down the food pipe, contaminating the walls of my clean stomach lining, was disgusting. Just as Iíve always known theyíre something wrong with eating dead flesh, thereís something wrong with taking certain drugs. But what to do when a fever is forcing you to cry hysterically and say things you donít really mean? It wonít stop the madness, but it may cure temporary insanity.
11/07 Direct Link
Sheís behind me, rocking and swaying to my song, even when I pluck the wrong notes and contort my posture from the nasty sound. She doesnít hear the dissonant notes. She only perceives the muscles and tendons in my hands as they contract and loosen to input emotion to the melody that is supposed to be playing. She reaches into the music box playing inside my heart and selects to exalt only the intention of articulation and melodious dynamics. For that, Iím grateful and will play ever so considerably light or forceful on the keys to interpret my profound expressions.
11/08 Direct Link
Hard partying has lost its meaning in life. This, not counting my relationship stint (cause that really was crazy-fun). I'm only giving merit to the times I have sincerely let go of all the shit and scheduled the hangover nursing. However, I do need more late nights, except there are less available friends to sign up for bar hopping and downtowns. My immediate friends want lights out by 11PM, rent PG-13 movies and talk about family planning. So, where are all the beautiful, intelligent singles that know how to paint a town red and still be balanced and loyal companions?
11/09 Direct Link
It'd be courteous to email him, requesting he change his password. It'd be a consideration to him and a temptation less for me. Otherwise, I can't help it. I must keep checking it, snooping, reading the emails he kept from me, the friendship forwards, and the hand-holding otter video that was "us". It would spare me having to see his new flat-faced girlfriend go trigger-happy on Facebook tagging pictures of "them". I am, though, grateful finding she is bland like stale vanilla pudding. Ungrateful that she is taller.

But this must stop!

His fault for choose such a brainless password.
11/10 Direct Link
This city that is always blaring with signs of life and nearing death Ė traffic and ambulances, pedestrians and children Ė seems devoid of physical interaction to prove intelligent inhabitants. Sometimes I see the people, I hear the people talking amongst themselves, but theyíre just soulless shells. It seems they resort mainly to communication through faceless internet crowds, where itís easy to be invisible and yet remain a presence. I know they wake up and go to work and come back and dine in the evening, but still I find them all separated from the real world. Itís affecting my conversational skills.
11/11 Direct Link
With my own eyes, Iíve seen him pack guilt in a box, swallow it, and let it consume him until it traveled back into his consciousness. Iím left wondering, has he stored me away? Is he tortured as he warned would happen if I left? Thereís rumors going round: you canít see the veins on his neck bulging anymore and that he looks meatier. But when I saw him, although his appearance was that of an atoned man, no one ever studied his eyes the way I did. It seemed something was begging to surface, had I not walked away.
11/12 Direct Link
Today, I shall think about anything but him!!!!

Buuuuuut... I canít help thinking back a year: he still hadnít appeared. That line of remembrance would bring up the anniversary of the day the floating bodies of the cosmos collided and we met. And almost immediately I got what I wanted, like always. And soon after, I lost what I got, like it always does. And that very possibly, another cluster of meteors are scrambling around a distorted magnetic field, trying to oppose each other. Inevitably, this cycle will recycle, so I shanít worry myself about him.

I got another thing coming.
11/13 Direct Link
This fleeting moment, Iíll allow a few wishes. Normally I wouldnít, but life is taking its course and nothings happening. Iíd rather wish than nothing at all. I wish my jeans were a bit thicker, my sandal-exposed toes were bundled in wool socks, my bare neck snuggled by a scarf, and that great hot chocolate was water based. As long as Iím wishing Öthat milk had no adverse effect on me. That the past had no adverse effect on my future. I wish this lonely sun-lit chill Iím breathing in will turn out a nice memory in years to come.
11/14 Direct Link
Someone else should story-tell about the outdoors. Itís more interesting coming from actual blue-collars, dog-walkers and doormen. Not to say my tale is necessarily less interesting, itís just not as well lit and acoustics bounce around more. Iím tempted to always share what I just saw unraveling out there, but Iím reminded my place is in here. It neednít always be about this very existential moment. Picking at older events is equally amusing as frolicking in the beach or digging the earth. Yes, because indoors you also have Ďunder the sheetsí, Ďbehind doorsí and Ďraising roofsí. See what I mean?
11/15 Direct Link
During a steamy make-out session, whether soft or animalistic, my eye lids eventually flutter open. I get my kicks from watching the chemical reactions displayed on a man. They sense theyíre being watched and pull back to inquire on my signature style or try more creative maneuvers, completely clueless theyíve done nothing wrong. Itís no more complicated than I simply like to see their facial muscles in action. I find pleasure in their dazed indulgence and ecstasy. Or maybe I havenít come across champion kissers, because I do recall a singular night I was rendered blind by a certain someone.
11/16 Direct Link
The air would be thick like walking through cement. I would be barely acknowledged background, uninvited. Sniffles and palpable melancholy would set the mood. Their heads would hang low. The floor would make better eye contact that I could provide. My pain would stab at my throat, but I would swallow it. Internally, theyíll cry, ďHeís our son! You donít know our suffering!Ē They donít know they partially blame me because itís easier. Mourning him in their presence may infuriate them. They canít conceive at one point he was more mine than they ever had him. I miss him too.
11/17 Direct Link
The idea of inserting animal products into my body has become grotesque. My psyche has happily adopted and embedded the idea of rejecting anything that has a place in the animal kingdom. Iím not trying to save the world or punish industries that mutilate natureís natural order. This is for me, although Iíve started to feel a new interesting connection with the wild. Maybe Iím just cuckoo about my new favorite snack: vegan cherry chocolate bars that have the(thee) cutest, cuddliest koala on the cover of the recycled paper itís wrapped in. 10% of my money goes to him.
11/18 Direct Link
I have to continue waiting until my honeymoon for the cherry pop, but I finally engaged in the first of firsts on a different matter. We started a fire and passed it around. After incensing my lungs, which initially resulted painful, it soon lifted me somewhere soothing. As I started to glide through the wormhole, the car began to fly, my hands clapping involuntarily, and the baby got stoned (I asked her), I wondered why I waited so long for this induction into the world where space and time have little relevancy. Everything is easier walking on clouds of haze.
11/19 Direct Link
In a bubble:

Love. True Love. Re-birth. Boat Rides. Drunk Fondling. Monogamy. Firsts. His and hers. Oriental dress and heels. Family. Playstation Hangovers. Country club buzz golf. Don Cesar Sunsets. Backseats. Redemption. Cop Bust. Apartments and budgets. Stress, stress, stress. Infidelity. Intolerance. Mis-communication. Resort Pool. Separation and death. Untouched beaches. Weather patterns. Bleed-out. Music Pangs. Research Meds. Ex. Geniuses. Marine. Wine and Cheese. Skinny, Fat, Skinny, Fat, Skinny. 4K. Baby booms. High School. Veganism. Piano Lessons. Mary Jane. Home.

This bubble is about to pop, and nothing but salty tears will burst from it, evaporating immediately as it touches ground.
11/20 Direct Link
As the year nears its closing, I take inventory of everything. From January to December. From womb to 24. My chest, although smaller in circumference, the lungs produce powerful little breaths of anxiety. To be completely well rounded, only one month remains to change the course of what next year might bring. My clothes seem to suffocate the cells. Last yearís transition was similar. It was just as horrible, but December turned out wonderful. Six months was enough to hit the fan. Vicious cycles. Gotta step outside for some air, stark naked. My blood is frozen, something time should mimic.
11/21 Direct Link
They think I couldnít handle a trip. Inducing from my reefer journey, they think Iíll trap myself in my worst nightmare. Alice in Wonderland on crack. Alice in Fucking Wonderland. Alice Fucking in Wonderland. Theyíre probably right. Iím too paranoid, far too dramatic not to accidentally create a world made to die in. Then again, maybe Iím tripping right now. Cause theyíre watching me, myriads of hands coming at me from all directions, and my heart continually falls from its cavity. Iím only here cause my mind hasnít been unplugged from existence. Think Iíll just stay stamp-free for a while.
11/22 Direct Link
Ode to Ipod*

Musical candy! Yes, I gave in to the quasi-subliminal tyranny of mass consumerism. This low blow of surrendering to cutting-edge technology is taking one in the name of music, one of the greater causes. Those gumball earphones so cuddly nestled in my ear are picking up instruments otherwise inaudible. Whispered chords that make complete the melodies I thought had betrayed me. Theyíre shaking the core of my being I waited so long to hear. Iíll never put it down. I fancy Iíll start seeing quarter notes instead of letters.

*Note: Of the Nano kind; pocket and bite-sized.
11/23 Direct Link
There she goes. Those assured steps have no insecurity in their determination to get there. At a very precocious age she started walking. Nobody knows where. She just raised her little undeveloped body as if she had an internal navigation system and set off to conquer something grand. No one knows what. Itís been interesting how today she stops to talk about all her trips, falls and mostly the curiosity she found in unpaved paths. But as far as every new person who crosses that right angle posture and steadfast pace, they never imagine sheís the type become strayed.
11/24 Direct Link
We once felt that energy together. Like a desert dream lost somewhere between the smoky sky and an intoxicating haze straight from natureís flora. Our hearts were beating objects of syncopated percussion beats. I swear we danced, wild with all the vitality from our core extending uncontrollably to our feet and fingertips. It couldíve just been the shadow of us moving together as one, because that is all that remains to haunt me. Iím releasing our ghost to him. So when he turns the lights down on his new newly claimed territory, he stills me swaying sweetly on the walls.
11/25 Direct Link
The moods have picked me up again on a gust a wind I barely perceived. Iím light as a feather floating in heaven, never to fall. It so lightly whisked me away, bringing with it words, whispers and music like cotton-cloud oxygen cooling and purifying my insides. Some call it natureís high, some a chemical imbalance. Iím thinking I was purposefully kidnapped through careful selection in order to write the song that plays in dreamersí heads but no one can quite give it proper notation. I most definitely will compose these sounds, but the premiere broadcast will be VIP only.
11/26 Direct Link
Starbucks has stolen my soul and my four bucks. Theyíre cult-scented coffee seduces me whether by a passing whiff of bean or the ever-present addiction. I must donate the first fruit of my paycheck to the support the production of their partially recycled cups and the attached cardboard ring. Even with the irritating jolly music they play during the holidays, I must enter to have my Christmas Blend Soy Misto Grande in its festive packaging. For marketing purposes, they should join forces with Jack. Get jacked up on caffeine all day, sip single-barrel whiskey to get knocked out at night.
11/27 Direct Link
Buying shit, selling too?
Need a fix or some food?
Maybe sex?
Like to drink?
There's a bar
Need a lift?
Take my car
Stop for every whim
Your heart's desire lets you in

In this city, this scene
At this party you are queen
You're addicted to the lights
To the sounds, the sights
The pleasure, the pain
Hot nights, Cold rain
To the smoke, to the drink
To the buzz, don't think!!!

To danger, to the fear
To the speed, fifth gear
All the time, night or day
You should quit
But where the hell would you go?
11/28 Direct Link
For you Iíd:

-always refresh my nail polish at the sign of first chipping
-memorize all major league baseball teams, learn some stats
-wake up before morning light to jog
-move to a state miles from the ocean
-light your cigarettes
-wear matching bras and panties, buy more silk
-watch movies without wasting the pause button
-listen to music quietly and wait until the songs finish
-sleep at godly hours
-settling for hanging out if you donít feel like kissing
-get a hidden, discreet tattoo or a huge henna in a very visible patch of skin
-giggle more than laugh
11/29 Direct Link
Forgive me if I offer you consolation and end up buried in your hands. Forgive me if the strength I was to supply reveals itself as weakness. All you need is a little verification from a friend, one that hasnít been killed, but made stronger. Your shoulders sink and you shiver when heís gone. As I prepare my lips to reply healing words, I touch you, my mirror image. Your cries sound like my own trembling whimpering. Sorry I canít hear you, sorry I canít see you. When he left, he trapped me in a glass casket of my reality.
11/30 Direct Link
The dirtier the secret, the better. The adrenaline was grimy, yet hedonistically ecstatic. That is, as long as the blood kept rushing. I let them escape one by one to slow up my heart rate. It dropped so low, so steadily slow, the pounding beats became so faint I didnít know whether I living or dead. Before I knew my body was in motion, I was back out looking for a sleazy corner to shoot a vein. Suddenly jolted with secrets, I find Iíve grown averse to tainted blood. I had to spill some to achieve sleep. Goodbye sweet rush!