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Post by sarah on Oct 18, 2008 15:36:03 GMT
who's up for building a time machine then?
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Post by Xteenuh on Oct 18, 2008 16:21:09 GMT
AHAHAHAHAAH oh my goodness you guys. Those are awesome.
That picture of the Carmom is frightening
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Post by mimicry on Oct 19, 2008 7:48:47 GMT
i want to go back to my 8 year old self and ask what a non-con is, because it's really bugging me... Obviously, it is a pro!
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Post by bridgetbegins on Oct 19, 2008 9:30:55 GMT
With mistakes and lack of proper grammar for your viewing pleasure:
"it's difficult for me to understand how two such fucked up things can make, together, a tiny baby to wrap up in caps and color-coordinated rompers. the girl looks like waif-thing cigarette smoke and the boy is unshaved and she slings the baby down and he is beautiful and new and tiny and she swigs cokes from the bottle and runs her fingers through her greasy hair as the baby reaches up with pudgy fingers
i've always been jealous of teenage mothers-- i don't know if i could fight so hard, love so much a tiny burst of cells-- i don't think i'd be brave enough. the curve of your skull will never be anything but defiant and"
2.
"write about trains!
someone has to stay behind to cut down the extra wax with a paring knife and today, it won't be me-- in an odd way, i miss jesus and the easy clink of the collection tin, father forgive me for i have sinned, greasy coffee and badges earned--
we paint ourselves white and call it art slick lips red in an ___________ attempt to imitate (scribbles)(envelope filled with press clippings and ticket stubs)"
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Post by nouveau on Oct 19, 2008 14:27:18 GMT
Looking back at my diary from when i was fourteen, urgh i made no sense, and seemed to spend a lot of time worrying about my teeth. Here are some charming extracts "And then the bizarre thought of sitting in French or Maths or whatever and looking up to see my own corpse telling me that I would soon be dead." and "So they gave me an injection that made me see spots and stopped me from closing my mouth properly, shoved some plastic device in my mouth and started poking me with needles, if I hadn’t known they were dentists I would have sworn I had been abducted by aliens." and i actually can't be bothered to find more, its a very very strange diary.
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Post by lastgoodbye on Oct 22, 2008 16:06:19 GMT
Some of these are so sweet, this thread really made my day.
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Post by Flangelus on Oct 22, 2008 17:52:53 GMT
This is an eye-opener and no mistake! "No one's here to save you, pet - MEN DON'T PROTECT YOU ANYMORE." I don't even know what that's about..."Watched ALLO 'ALOO All day. Pretending got daemon: Kasidilmamlicsdsj..." Phillip Pullman made a deep and lasting impression, apparently.This one's a little worrying though:"Little Jimmy's dead and gone, His face will see no more. For what he thought was China White, Put him on the fucking floor!" xox gb
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Post by Dalia on Oct 22, 2008 18:46:54 GMT
Such fun replies! Most of journal writing is all too serious; I'm actually having trouble finding another. This is from my online journal: "Times like this call for cold grits to pour over my balloon head." Unfortunately, that's not the best part. I mention how pea soup will do, go into a story about an uncle, his crazed life of pea soup, and then me suffocating in pea soup which is "how I died before I was born." what is a personal journal? Just something you write down your thoughts in. Online journals can count, too. Ah, thanks! I think I have something like that (actually it's a Dr. Who Notepad) "I don't like alcohol, that's why I drank Cranberry juice" "Here, people go to concerts in prom dresses. Not cool!" "1/4 kg cocos, mix everything in one direction"
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Post by allison on Oct 23, 2008 8:20:40 GMT
"today sucked, and tomorrow will be worse, because 1 AM: its already tomorrow, and it already sucks." hmmm, times haven't changed
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Post by thornyking on Oct 23, 2008 8:32:32 GMT
Allison. Just . I feel that way all too much. "I became overexcited. I started flailing around, pushing, and ended up hurting people." "I want to sleep hours and more ‘til my eyes are red and body is hungry. Without hassle. I want to imagine extremes, but not necessarily act on them."
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