Archive for March, 2007

Posted: March 31, 2007 in Uncategorized

~ come down to me….don’t ever say it’s over….i kiss your feet, worship the air you breathe

Posted: March 31, 2007 in Uncategorized

~ come down to me….don’t ever say it’s over….i kiss your feet, worship the air you breathe

Posted: March 30, 2007 in Uncategorized

~ relax…i need some information first….just the basic facts….can you show me where it hurts?

Posted: March 29, 2007 in Uncategorized

AN OPEN LETTER TO
MR. JAMES THATCHER,
BRAND MANAGER,
PROCTER & GAMBLE.

February 6, 2007

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years,
and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard
CoreT or Dri-WeaveT absorbency, I’d probably never go horseback riding
or salsa dancing, and I’d certainly steer clear of running up and
down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to
be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company
smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be
aerodynamic. I can’t tell you how safe and secure I feel each month
knowing there’s a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had
a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from “the curse”? I’m
guessing you haven’t. Well, my “time of the month” is starting right
now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging
through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and
I’ll be transformed into what my husband likes to call “an inbred
hillbilly with knife skills.” Isn’t the human body amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you’ve no doubt seen
quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers’
monthly visits from “Aunt Flo.” Therefore, you must know about the
bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood
swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize
it’s a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend
Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend’s testicles
into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey’s
Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir,
you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with
homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the reason for my
letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so
painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I
opened an Always maxi pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing,
were these words: “Have a Happy Period.”

Are you ****ing kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really
think happiness – actual smiling, laughing happiness – is possible during a
menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit
pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you’re some kind of
sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything “happy” about a
day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlúa and lock
yourself in your house just so you don’t march down to the local
Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your
life in a blaze of glory.

For the love of God, pull your head
out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad,
wouldn’t it make more sense to say something that’s actually pertinent,
like “Put Down the Hammer” or “Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong”? Or are
you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your accounting
department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in
monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business
elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will
not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull****. And
that’s a promise I will keep.  Always.

Best,

Wendi Aarons
Austin, TX

Posted: March 29, 2007 in Uncategorized
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost, in the sounds.

I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind
All of these words
I hear in my mind
All of this music
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart

Suppose I never ever met you
Suppose we'd never fell in love,
Suppose I never ever let you,
Kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose you never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs,
just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall, break my fall

All my friends say that of course its
Gonna get better, gonna get better
Better x7

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost, in the sounds.

I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind
All of these words
I hear in my mind
All of this music
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost, in the sounds.

I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind
All of these words
I hear in my mind
All of this music
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
breaks my heart
Breaks my heart x8

Posted: March 29, 2007 in Uncategorized

~ I find it kind of funny….I find it kind of sad….the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

Posted: March 28, 2007 in Uncategorized

~ and i’m so far down away from the sun

Posted: March 28, 2007 in Uncategorized

~ stranger than your sympathy

Posted: March 28, 2007 in Uncategorized

I’m just a marionette on thin, bleeding strings
I’m twisted around in a dark, emboding crime
I wish it was easy to get over such things
Because I thought I’d already done my time

The cell I’m trapped in is covered in stone
It’s difficult to see if it’s day or it’s night
In resentment I lie, in corrupted ruin
It’s causes cynicism to blind my sight

Chains and shadows plague me down
This hunched over soreness in my back
Hollow, glowing eyes stare in the trees
It’s just me in a mirror, dressed in black

Show me how to end this horror tonight
Tell me that I’m going to be alright
Dear Lord, please break my fall
So I won’t be so afraid of it all

When they’ve all disappeared
Like spirits with reprieve
I’m stuck here all alone
And for that fact I grieve

This ale-washed floor
Stinks of decay
I wish I could set it aflame
Let the smoke take it away

Everything gets mixed up in a blender
I wrote you a letter that you replied, “return to sender”
I can watch you rot, but that wouldn’t happen
I’m the one that’s fading away into a dark end

Show me how to end this horror tonight
Tell me that I’m going to be alright
Dear Lord, please break my fall
So I won’t be so afraid of it all

Posted: March 27, 2007 in Uncategorized


i have an edgar allan poe action figure…..his weapon of choice is morbid rumination