Everything I eat tastes like vomit ten minutes later. The technicolor yawn rides the porcelain throne again and again and again!

Go go Otto, go! (www.xanga.com/OttoGriebling)

Currently Watching Girl, Interrupted By Winona Ryder, Angelina Jolie see related

She's dead if you want and that's me if you want. (Je veux mourir.)

I have nothing left but caved in lungs and shaking limbs and a closet full of empty cigarette packs, so why not?

So little girl, you just don't care? Are you really that scared?

If I learn anything, it's to never let my guard down again. they will disappoint you. they will leave you. they will betray you, they will alienate you, they will do everything you could easily do to yourself and without the middle-man confsuion. And if you let them, they will want to strip you of everything that you are and keep it to themselves as a shiny prize or a new accessory until you are no longer human, while they wear your soul as a fur coat and your smile as a handbag and your laughter as diamond earrings. One blunder, that's all it takes.

What a sad and sorry and sickening night.

Currently Listening Call the Doctor By Sleater-Kinney see related

- Stay Where You Are

VivaElectric is an amateur information highway! This is where I've been, this is where I go, this is what you and you and I should do! Who wants to know? Not me!!!!! This is VivaElectric's last last stand! .

Imagine I'm a foghorn, if you will.

I can't stand to be in the same room with me. I keep making that noise. You slash my back, I slash yours. Is that the deal?

This is me, learning to admit when I've been horribly wrong.

Kids like us, where does our sensitivity come from, anyways? Does it come from our poetry, our music, our eyes? Jeez we're so sensitive, SPIDER'S WEB, ECOSYSTEM, GLASS

And this is what's going to happen when I get home, so nobody expects anything too much. See, I'm locking myself in my room with the only key in the house, then I'm mailing it to someone I know will never use it, and then I'm going to spend my days drawing on oranges and throwing them at people who walk past my window. (I always wanted to throw one at Mr Cuthbert. That's what I'd daydream about in Geometry. And then he died. I repulse me.) And I'll write on individual pieces of paper and litter them, blanketing the floors to fester in thought. And I'll fast. And I won't shower. And maybe sanity will be pumped back into me. And maybe I'll find the reality that I so brutally dish out to everyone else.

And that's August for you.

I have one week left here. Please don't talk to me. I don't want to come back, but when I do, I want to feel like I've left.

Currently Watching Danny Deckchair By Rhys Ifans, Miranda Otto, Justine Clarke see related

Queen Bumble, do you know her? I like to watch Hugh Grant dance. I like green and red together, but never on Christmas. I like starting fires. I would like to come home now, if that can be arranged.

I don't like this. It's so attached. So dressed up and dolled up. So vibrant and visually pleasing. So pseudo-full. So loud and unheard. A value-compromise.

It makes me sick to open this up. Maybe I like to be sick.