At this point the man withdrew and fled.

Then the animals ate him.

It was not rape,
he lent himself to the obscene meal.

He relished it,
he learned himself
to act like an animal
and to eat rat
daintily.

I fail at LJ this semester.

I have so much work... epic, monstrous ass tons of work...

But I don't do it. I am too easily distracted.

Will update later ((quite obviously as a way to distract myself from doing something I actually need to do)). For now... Artaud <3 Because there hasn't been enough of that in my life lately ( Read more... )

It is very difficult to keep this journal angst-and-drama free, because I as a person am inherently angsty and dramatic.  However, I need to learn to confront people directly when something is wrong instead of flooding the blogosphere with accusations thinly-veiled as journal entries.  Maybe I'll keep my old journal alive simply so I can put all my ( Read more... )

In reference to the set of userpics mentioned in the previous entry, when I said "witty" I quite obviously meant "Moulin-Rouge inspired".  They don't really fit in with the Artaud-worship of the rest of the journal, but damnit all I like them.  So that's a big "f you!" to continuity of theme.

Besides, there are only so many Antonin Artaud related ( Read more... )

A blank text box does not inspire nearly as much excitement as a fresh, crisp, virginal sheet of paper.  None the less, I am excited about this.  Not excited in the kid-on-Christmas-morning sense, more the kind of excited you get on a spring morning when the grass is heavy with dew and your coffee was roasted just long enough and the rising sun ( Read more... )