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fuck life

1 times| I've invoked the Devil.

[25 Sep 2005|12:17pm]
My Tarot card today was The Hanged Man.
Soundingly ominous, unless you know what it means.
My life with Becky and Christian is leading
me to use an anti-wrinkle serum twice a day,
for fear of laugh lines.
I don't mind.
1 times| I've invoked the Devil.

[29 Jul 2005|03:36pm]
In case you care;
things are the best for me
they've been in a long time.
6 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

[17 Jul 2005|02:09pm]
I live in the Mutter Museum.
2 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

[01 Jul 2005|01:56pm]
Tomorrow,
I'll be 21 years old.
3 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

we're not dead yet [16 Jun 2005|03:45pm]
Becky and I aren't dead.
We're moving in with someone you've never met.
Please contact us.
4 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

Rain Check [19 Feb 2005|05:50pm]
Dearest
What have a found in Albuquerque other than
a horribly impressive hole on my manipulative nature?
Another?
Yes, this one however, is filled with seemingly gout
and is in it's formality coronary.
So thank you complete atrophy and your favorite cousin glaze.
And thank you mOUrnings when I no longer reach.
Greg if you're reading this i need your immediate contact.
Discerning in the most detonative way,
Elizabeth Thomas
2 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

it's raining hard like the years between us [26 Dec 2004|01:05pm]
If you saw you honestly wouldn't believe.
But really, Im still in love with 5 hour car rides,
broken bottles, matty p's futon and you. Honestly, what a fucking
travesty, since you kiss like you're fucking dead.
6 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

[25 Nov 2004|04:07pm]
Here's an update:
In the past month I have aquired
many
many
stories.
Nothing broken.
The medium however my sacrafice the means so...
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I may explain.
I've invoked the Devil.

gold teeth and a curse for this town [16 Sep 2004|06:03pm]
im in new mexico
my new phone number is 5055853587
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wait, they don't love you like i love you [29 Aug 2004|08:39pm]
"He never cried, not even in his dreams,
for hard-heartedness was a point of pride. A large iron anchor
withstanding the corrosion of the sea and scornful of
the barnacles and oysters that harass the hulls of ships,
sinking polished and indiffrent through heaps of
broken glass, toothless combs, bottle caps, and prophylactics
into the mud at the harbor bottom---that was how he liked to
imagine his heart. Someday he would have an anchor tattooed
on his chest."
1 times| I've invoked the Devil.

right lane with the left turn signal [24 Aug 2004|06:02pm]
I don't normally make these entries but:

My time in Daytona is almost up.

Stagnant is the word.

In this paragraph I'd like to say something about Steve but unfortunately I was unable to get on the grounds let alone raze the structure I'd built ahead of time. So I have absolutely no understanding of what is to learn from the experience other than I've yet to make someone happy in a relationship context. (read: My Nature by Liz Thomas)

I've met 7 people I care about and seen nothing worth
mentioning.

Im sure in retrospect I'll tell some various stories about the time I've spent here, but the place and experience as a whole with few exceptions feels used up.
3 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

[17 Aug 2004|09:06pm]
"I sat out by twigfires flaring in grease strewn from the pimpled limbs
of hen,
I blacked out into oblivion by that crack in the curb where the forget-
me blooms,
I saw the ferris wheel writing its huge, desolate zeroes in neon on the
evening skies,
I painted my footsoles purple for the day when the beautiful color
would show,
I staggered death-sentences down empty streets, the cobblestones as-
sured me, it shall be so,
I heard my own cries already howled inside bottles the waves washed
up on beaches,
I ghostwrote my prayers myself in the body-Arabic of these
nightmares.

"If the deskman knocks, griping again
about the sweet, excremental
odor of opened cadaver creeping out
from under the door, tell him, 'Friend, To Live
has a poor cousin,
who calls tonight, who pronounces the family name
To Leaves she
changes each visit the flesh-rags on her bones.'"
3 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

[31 Jul 2004|08:24am]
Becky's in the hospital.
4 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

e.t. phone home [27 Jul 2004|06:49pm]

In an attempt at captivation I'd
like to state that words fail.
You can't feel emotions in font other
than braille.
I'd like stop reminicisng to framiliar tones
and drag myself across climates in order
to slap my literal human heart across
your chest.
I've invoked the Devil.

-------- [13 Jul 2004|03:59pm]
Nick Noble died last night..
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it's my birthday [02 Jul 2004|03:58pm]
im 20 today
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going no where in a no where town [28 Jun 2004|09:50am]
People forget the literal of whoreCollapse ).
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stolen from VICE [13 Jun 2004|11:07am]





Doctors are boring. They don't have borders, true, but they also don't have any fucking clue what is going on. Doctors Without Remedies, they ought to be called. Who are they anyway? Do they just make up this shit? Like, take that hammer thing they do when they hit you on the knee and say, "Good reflexes." Did you know that exercise is total and utter horseshit? Try it out on a decathlon runner and then try it on a terminal cancer patient. Notice a difference? Me neither. In fact, it seems the only thing doctors are good for these days is giving you hep C from going to visit their disease-ridden hospitals.

In short, fuck doctors and all the bullshit that comes out of their mouths. We're smarter than them and we can probably figure out half the shit they know just based on common sense, especially if the patient is shitfaced at a party.

Here, let me prove it to you. Last Saturday our man Gordon noticed a huge lump growing out of the back of his head. He could have gone to the doctor and had hours of bullshit tests and this and that and that and this, or he could just have us figure it out ourselves. After about 13 beers we decided on the latter. Let's do dis.

PATIENT'S AILMENT: Huge thing in back of head. Feels like there is something in there.

DIAGNOSIS: Get it out of head.

TOOLS: Aspirin, razor blade, frying pan, iodine, cotton balls, paper towels, ice…and tons of booze

TREATMENT: Sterilize equipment and then cut the fucking thing out of his head. Tell it never to come back again.

PREPARATION:


1. As we boiled the razor we were thinking to ourselves, "This is probably bullshit. What's on there that needs to be boiled off, tar?" We did it anyway, however, and would only let the surgeon (nobody else) touch it after it cooled down.
2. The surgeon was forced to wash his hands extra carefully. He had been up late the night before burning himself with cigarettes as a dare and that means a lot of open sores that can carry germs.
3. Thankfully, the patient was able to isolate the cyst with his fingers. This helped our surgeon because he could now get a grip on exactly how much shit was in there. Will it be one hard ball? Will it be a bunch of chunky garbage? Who knows? The point is, that thing does not look like it belongs in there so it will need to be cut out.
4. OK, this is the gross part. The patient has doused his head in iodine and some other white shit we forgot the name of. He has also chugged several beers and taken four aspirin. This means his blood is very thin and is about to be all over the fucking place. At tattoo parlors you get in shit for that, but not here. Are we going to complain about a bit of extra blood? Does the mailman complain when it rains? The home surgeon's motto is, "Through blood and booze and sleet and snow, we will cut shit out of your head." Anyway, we got in there real carefully by making slow incisions to the cyst, back and forth, back and forth, until a vagina-shaped gash appeared in the center of the lump.
5. Once the hole was big enough, our surgeon was able to work the junk out of the bump. It had a rubbery texture like if someone had chewed up an eraser. After a bit of squeezing and massaging we were able to remove 100% of the cyst. It was at this time we decided it was either a calcium deposit or a cancerous brain tumor. It was definitely not botfly larvae as one person had suggested.
6. We decided to put some more iodine on the wound because it was bleeding like crazy and that was kind of freaking us out.
7. Unlike most hospitals, our surgeon allowed the patient to play with his discharge immediately after the operation. The patient was very intrigued by the stuff and asked, "Are you sure you got it all out?" to which our surgeon replied, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I kept working it and working it, and by the end it was just big blobs of blood."
8. After the patient became comfortable with his removed cyst he decided to eat it. There are probably amazing amounts of protein in that thing and, even if it's toxic, his stomach acid will be able to break it down. This had a gross-out factor of approximately 10.
9. Patient care involved no antibiotics and no Polysporin bullshit. It was determined that all pills do is weaken the patient's immunity and all creams do is suffocate the wound. The patient was put on a strict regimen of soap and water, which he followed religiously.
10. A week later, the wound had healed. It looked not unlike a mouth and seemed to be begging for a cartoon face to be drawn on. So we did.

The patient claims his home surgery experience was "fun" and he has had no complications since. NEXT!

BIG BOBBY WINSLOW

2 timess| I've invoked the Devil.

What I have in my heart I will take to my grave [05 Jun 2004|08:07am]
Matty
Rosie
Jon Dude
Katie June
Little Jesse
Eric G.
Robert Cicada
Time Out Kid
Krys
Mr. & Mrs. P
Kyle Bryant
Make sure you don't have to work the weekend of the 18th so the Beckster and I can go camping with you all. In Bar Harbor? In the Blackwoods? Acadia? Where do you people want to go?
I love you guys.
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