emptiness

the emptiness fills me. the void is whole.

meowmeow

i wish the head voice would stop being so negative. "i wish i weren't so fat and ugly and stupid," it says.

an

i can see how i am annoying

cool party

Body and Soul

trek

first wave: star trek; acquiring space suffrage

second wave: the next generation(/deep space nine/voyager); earth-centric diplomacy

third wave: the nexxxt generation? the alien(ated) subaltern

Body and Soul

lol mammals

am i a slow sloth? a manic Mus musculus mouse?

an enormous elephant? or a small shrew?

could i be a belligerent bear? a mellow manatee?

tricks

i hate myself for doing it, but i have to hate myself to like myself so might as well

through the looking glass

innerbeauty

wow it is like really difficult to see oneself as attractive and/or not objectify oneself in order to do so

Zero

emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness / and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me

Bankrupt on Selling

I come clean out of love with my lover / I still love her / Loved her more when she used to be sober and I was kinder

Just the Two of Us

tunneling

single-minded tunnel vision.

filtering/buffering/filtering/buffering

celebrity apprentice

choice

i get it now. the path I've chosen is to be alone. and that is how it will be for many years. a life can't be everything.

fff

fleeting flutters of life

i saw myself detached. a slipped hook. aye.
a miserable little pile of secrets.

haha

LOL IT'S A PRETTY GOOD JOKE

point

the point is to never be the same.
the journey changes us over time, derivatives at every point.
a point is unchanging.
there cannot be a point because then i could not change.
why am i not the same?

Piano Solo

idly towards eternity

GUIL: ... Well, we'll know better next time. Now you see me, now you -
(And disappears.)

Estamos solos

JAVIER. ...Nos despeñaremos perfectamente formados, uno a uno. Yo no quiero caer prisionero. ¡No! ¡Prisionero, no! ¡Morir! ¡Yo prefiero... (Con un sollozo sordo.) morir! ¡Madre! ¡Madre! ¡Estoy aquí..., lejos! ¿No me oyes? ¡Madre! ¡Tengo miedo! ¡Estoy solo! ¡Estoy en un bosque muy lejos! ¡Somos seis, madre! ¡Estamos... solos..., solos..., solos...!

(La voz, estrangulada, se pierde y resuena en el bosque. Javier no se ha movido desde la frase "No es nadie".)

--Escuadra hacia la muerte, Alfonso Sastre

Crown of Love

applying simulacra to individuals

the simulacrum of culture attempts to imitate life/reality, whatever that may actually be. but what about the relativism we've come to understand and the rights for which we've argued on account of said relativism? are our own bodies not our brains' simulacra? the simulacrum of the individual attempts to speak for their life/reality. and, in fact, our bodies are interpreted in particular ways by others as a result of numerous misrepresentative cultural simulacra to which we are exposed daily. how does being fat make me lazy? how does being a woman make me weak?

we rally against the imposed simulacra because we wish to define our own reality. (i was going to say reality, but then i realized all we can hope for is the opportunity to define our own simulacra. i see now that this post simply stems from a lack of reality.)

el realismo

the back of the bus is symmetrical. five seats in the horizontal plane; two pairs perpendicular on opposite sides. three persons took seats, one moving a newspaper from a seat on one axis to a seat on the other.

as the seats filled, one passenger opened and began to read the newspaper that was placed in the seat moments prior.

Boys Don't Cry

But I know that it's too late/ And now there's nothing I can do

every wrong is made from a right

i often feel so empty. dissociated.

now i feel filled
with sadness.

it makes me want to feel empty again

a fair well

i don't realize i am alive
until i'm with someone else
and since i'm always alone
i'm long since forgotten

107|2

contrasting points in three dimensional space

in comparisons we see ourselves.

across the axes, above and below.
and, upon completion, we find our mean at the origin.

also, i menstruate a lot.

i'm blogging this II

anthropodeterrent

it's pointless.

who cares?

a cat!

cee lo on the voice

i

an irritating, irate irreverence

see you, space(d) cowboy

oh right, my subconscious perversion

Bowing Out

squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
take a bow take a bow take a bow

nueva edad

what is a New Age if not Older?

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everyone, please

Hell

"My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself"

ughhhh

so... much... dislike...

fine, think you're weird, think you're different, but we're the same. and also complete opposites. and do your actions have purpose? do they have meaning? give them one and i'll disagree.

why does it make me angry when other people care? were you there for me? was i ever there for you.

is there any hope for resolution?