Sometimes, it's just the way people word things that make them into great things.



"I will fuck your boyfriend, and spit at you with wine in mouth.


He'll go crazy. "
-?

priorities

ever ntice that people with the least money seem to spend it on the least necessary things? Not always, but I've found that sometimes. you drive by a trailer that looks very run down and poor, and it has a big SUV parked outside and a gigantic Dish on the roof. You see a girl who you know lives in a trailer park, and who wears obviously recycled clothes from the salvation army (and I don't mean distressed vintage) texting on a brand new enV. I mean, my family isn't rich, but we're middle class, definitely not poor, and I don't have a phone, because my mother doesn't want to pay for it. You see obviously struggling people walking big dogs, smoking cigarettes, buying plasma screen TVs. but what do their homes look like? What do their children eat? Maybe there's a pattern to why they are poor. maybe they spend their money on things they don't need. I'm not trying to generalize, because I'm sure that not everybody is like this, but I'm just saying, maybe some people need to stop, look at their lives, and prioritize.


(that means YOU)

Lunch (where the voices of the small are unheard)

s: I want cheese.
G: Emma, chew your food
S: I want cheese. I want cheese....
G: ...have to cut these crusts off...kids choke...
S: I want cheese
G: put this in the microwave
S: I want cheese
E: Damma my nose hurts..
S:I want cheese
G: your nose hurts?
S: I want cheese.....
E: yeah, and.....
G: I'm sorry that your nose hurts.
S:I want cheese. I want cheese. I want cheese.......
E: my nose....
G: well don't put that on it!
S: I WANT CHEESE!
E: but it hurts....
G: go get some cheese for Sophie.
S: I want juice....
G: here, Emma.
E: I don't want cheese!!!
G: oh sorry, wrong kid.
S: I want juice.
G: have some peaches
E: but I want ice cream!
G:fruit first. eat your peaches.
S: I WANT JUICE!!!!!!!!

any time I hurt you, it makes me cry. I cannot stand to see your tears.

What Macabre things we tell our children.

Goosey Goosey Gander
goosey goosey gander,
wither do you wander?

upstairs and downstairs,
and in my lady's chamber.

there I met an old man
who wouldn't say his prayers.
so I took him by the left leg
and threw him down the stairs.


Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill
went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down
and broke his crown (meaning he cracked his skull)
and Jill came tumbling after

Rock-a-bye Baby

Rock-a-bye baby,
in the tree top,
when the wind blows,
the cradle will rock,
when the bough breaks,
the cradle will fall,
and down will come baby,
cradle and all.

Georgie porgy, puddin' and pie
kissed the girls and made them cry
when all the boys came out to play,
Georgie porgy ran away.

Lady Bug Lady bug

Lady bug, lady bug,
Fly away home!
your house is on fire!
your children are gone!
All except one,
and that's little Ann,
for she crept under the frying pan.


This one I actually like, though it's not a nursery rhyme, its a song:

"Oh my darling, oh my darling,
My darling Clementine,
You are lost for me forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas I was no swimmer,
Neither was my Clementine.

In a churchyard near the canyon
Where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow rosies and some posies,
Fertilized by Clementine."

I had never really realized the subject of these poems until the other day when I chanced upon the Goosey Gander one. then I thought about the others, and realized, wow, that's what I've been singing?

The moonlight shows us for what we really are

I like people naked. I like me naked. I like the closeness and beautiful thoughts that can be shared with the feeling that if you can be, showing your whole self to someone, completely honest and for no devious (although devious naked acts are permitted) reason, you are truly being yourself. and you are showing that you are the most beautiful little moon child ever to fall to the earth and run around in the cold February night. and you are showing that you have great taste in underwear and that you really have certain qualities even though some people don't believe that you do. and you are showing that you here, with me, are realizing the beauty of the night time and the treasures it can hold.

"The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living and so we cannot die but neither are we dead."
-Barbossa

quote of the mastermind

"I know I could be stronger. Or I hope so."

I catch the colors.

(red)

some people can hide things in words. I cannot. I wonder if it is ever coincidence.

or if they always mean to do things like that.

kiwi

I don't like bluberries.

An advancing life of wayward disorientation (it rhymes!)

snow

making patterns
in the snow
no one told you
where to go.
So here you sit
in blinding light
carving slices
into cold, white

snow

a spinning blade
falls to the ground
people watching all around
sun catches the blade
with a blinding flash
soon to come,
a deathly slash.
a face off born of bitter spite
now ends upon
the cold, white
Red

snow

a beautiful plea

I love people. even the ugly ones are beautiful. I like to just look at them, and see what they look like. people have such intricate faces and bodies, even when they're wearing clothes. the way peoples' clothes look when they're on a body. My friends are beautiful. the way a face can inspire an emotion, when I see them. they're all so different. and their faces all mean different things. In pictures, I can identify their body parts in pictures where I can't see their faces. They are beautiful.
I know that my friends consider me beautiful, but it kind of pisses me off sometimes, because I feel like I'm taking something away from somebody else when someone calls me that. And I also know that people get pissed off when someone feels like that cuz theyre all like, wow, the people who are blessed resent it, and the people who aren't would really cherish that and not throw it away. but you are blessed. I try to be honest with myself, and not be conceited and think I'm better than everyone else, but also not downplay myself and deny what people think of me. I think people do that too much. I know people who go, no, I'm really not that good looking, I'm hot I guess, but that other person is beautiful. And in my mind I'm thinking, you know, they don't have anything compared to you. you have the most beautiful, perfect smile ever, or, you have the prettiest eyes, or the most luscious hair, or yourface just freaking rocks. but they always deny it, and I can never convince them that in my eyes, they are the moon and the sun and everything lovely in this world. please believe me. you are my world.