every woman adores a fascist, the boot in the face, the brute, brute heart of a brute like you....
reading sylvia plath today. i was thinking about rosemary powers and how she performed the poems "daddy" and "lady lazarus" in debate in high school. weird dream last night that marc, heather from ft collins' ex, was dating lyndsey (bespeckledbabe) and i was like "wtf, he's a creep, why would you do that?" in front of him and lyndsey said it was because she was lonely. i watched him mutilate a homeless cat (he broke its leg) and then tried to shove lyndsey in the car and so i beat the shit ouf of him. 'nuff said. i tried to take the cat home but it was very sick and i had no money for a vet. BI-zarre. weird limbo state again. not sure where my head or heart is these days. usually in the clouds.