Just a quick update to let anyone who bothers to read this know that I have extremely limited internet access right now and that I have "moved." More later, if it even matters.

I'm so sick of all these stupid mindless bitches. What. The. Fuck. They're completely empty, their necks are strings attached to the dead weight of a body to keep their heads from floating away. Why doesn't anyone else seem to see that? *ahem ( Read more... )

This is the link to an AlterNet news article where I expressed my views on abortion: http://www.alternet.org/rights/28366/Read more... )

I am infinitely aware of words. Words hover in the air around me, burdening me with their weighty implications. Words deem how I may or may not feel. Words breathe life into life, and take away the same. This is a wordy confession of a wordy love.

I want to kill her... I can't help it. My hands clench and unclench. I'm addicted to hatred.
There is no fairness in this world.

I love how cuntface feels the need to post the first and most overt comments over me. Yay for stupid whores.

I forced myself to take a chance tonight and call Renee, one of my friends from Texas Campaign for the Environment, where I "worked" the last time I was in Texas. I drove down to Dallas (and back! and survived!) and hung out with them until around 1. I've missed having friends SO much. Just being around them really helps me. They're very ( Read more... )

Just to read the words you've written brings tears to my eyes. I don't think I've ever felt as though I was the intended audience of anything you've ever written. Every time I read something of yours I feel as though I'm an intruder, blaspheming and observing something that was not meant to be observed. I feel like I'm walking in on something, ( Read more... )

I have a problem. I cannot understand, cannot even begin to fathom, how anyone can see the world differently than I do. I cannot understand HOW people can live their lives not seeing the destruction that they create. I cannot see what could possibly be running through those swine's minds. I'm formulating. These faces don't mean anything to me ( Read more... )

A strange face from my past that still remembers my name. A television glow radiating discordant twangs. An 800 page book read more than halfway through, skewed. I'll take any pull I can get, blind me from this please, because I can't stand to think of the 'might be's.