my hands are sweaty
anonymous
March 16 2003, 17:24:13 UTC
Sunday, March 16, 2003 Kurtis P. Hart writes: Dear Amber, i hope you dont mind i write lots of my words in this space intended for the public. im sorry im not writing to tell you i think your user pictures are pretty therefore you should send me five of your eyelashes in return for the comments on your appearence. but i can try hard to be creepy if you want. im taking a break from watching tv. i just watched two lifetime movie originals and stared at my pants.i like them they are black and made out of corduroy.i slept in them. Today i went to church. isnt that funny? i sat in a pew. ppeee you. i even fell asleep sitting in the pee you. i hate church still.im still and impatient todler being force fed the blood of christ. the holy water smelled like the breath of the starving.father son holy spirit. my ay es es.my grandpa drives and hes blind in one eye.blinded by the love of christ i suppose. its funny when he drives on the wrong side of the street and i dont say anything to help correct it.i like how the seatbelt locks all tight when he hits the breaks.its perfect. they do that so something hugs you before you die. last night i had dreams that bears were trying to kill me but before that i went to a mall to get a new haircut. and the woman who cut my hair made it grow out all long and feathered it.on purpose.then she put in these gross blonde and pink streaks and i was super upset about it.it was like the hairdo every girl that shops at hottopic has.yeah seriously. and she talked about how i had cuts on my head and how if i feel unattractive then i am.sad. and she told me that iv had the cuts since birth and that meant i was schizophrenic and i was like yeah.and she ate a hot dog as she cut my hair and when she wanst looking i put some of my hair in the bun and she still ate it. then the bears killed lots of people but not me. and i had to follow trails of blood everywhere and people were stuck in bear traps and disembowled and i just kept following the bloody tracks to the next person. like that was all i could do cause it wouldnt ever end there was always going to be another body to look forward to and i was nothing ofcourse because i was alone so it was my job to witness the desolation.yeah it was cute. my clothes are lying.today im wearing a white catholic school uniform shirt and a cream coloured cardigan. it feels wrong im an imposter in pastels.its ok though its a costume for whom ever im around. i want to smell though, i want to smell bad and wear these clothes symbolic of innocsenseence.im rotting. so thats easy. what are you doing? right this second? your words are being pushed from another direction now.its interesting to read. its familiar too. i can feel the shift. even if its obvious. im glad your existance effects me. lists.id like to make one. im glad i know you even if gates crush me and my hips are at the height of door knobs so i constantly run into them and hurt myself. psychic hearts go out i like that song even if i cant spell thewords to it my grandma has a book entitled "100 family games" im pretty sure one of them is manipulation the other 99 based upon guilt or fear i always hated games holes are better anyway i have lots of important thingsto do now love, kurtis
Kurtis P. Hart writes:
Dear Amber,
i hope you dont mind i write lots of my words in this space intended for the public. im sorry im not writing to tell you i think your user pictures are pretty therefore you should send me five of your eyelashes in return for the comments on your appearence. but i can try hard to be creepy if you want.
im taking a break from watching tv. i just watched two lifetime movie originals and stared at my pants.i like them they are black and made out of corduroy.i slept in them. Today i went to church. isnt that funny? i sat in a pew. ppeee you. i even fell asleep sitting in the pee you. i hate church still.im still and impatient todler being force fed the blood of christ. the holy water smelled like the breath of the starving.father son holy spirit. my ay es es.my grandpa drives and hes blind in one eye.blinded by the love of christ i suppose. its funny when he drives on the wrong side of the street and i dont say anything to help correct it.i like how the seatbelt locks all tight when he hits the breaks.its perfect. they do that so something hugs you before you die.
last night i had dreams that bears were trying to kill me but before that i went to a mall to get a new haircut. and the woman who cut my hair made it grow out all long and feathered it.on purpose.then she put in these gross blonde and pink streaks and i was super upset about it.it was like the hairdo every girl that shops at hottopic has.yeah seriously. and she talked about how i had cuts on my head and how if i feel unattractive then i am.sad. and she told me that iv had the cuts since birth and that meant i was schizophrenic and i was like yeah.and she ate a hot dog as she cut my hair and when she wanst looking i put some of my hair in the bun and she still ate it. then the bears killed lots of people but not me. and i had to follow trails of blood everywhere and people were stuck in bear traps and disembowled and i just kept following the bloody tracks to the next person. like that was all i could do cause it wouldnt ever end there was always going to be another body to look forward to and i was nothing ofcourse because i was alone so it was my job to witness the desolation.yeah it was cute.
my clothes are lying.today im wearing a white catholic school uniform shirt and a cream coloured cardigan. it feels wrong im an imposter in pastels.its ok though its a costume for whom ever im around.
i want to smell though, i want to smell bad and wear these clothes symbolic of innocsenseence.im rotting. so thats easy.
what are you doing? right this second? your words are being pushed from another direction now.its interesting to read. its familiar too. i can feel the shift. even if its obvious. im glad your existance effects me. lists.id like to make one.
im glad i know you even if gates crush me and my hips are at the height of door knobs so i constantly run into them and hurt myself.
psychic hearts go out
i like that song even if i cant spell thewords to it
my grandma has a book entitled "100 family games"
im pretty sure one of them is manipulation
the other 99 based upon guilt or fear
i always hated games
holes are better
anyway
i have lots of important thingsto do now
love,
kurtis
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