Libra Cream Soda - Mood:Hysterical

Saturday February 20 20211:24:37 PM |

I'm losing my mind over this one poem its clawing at my head and begging to be written out properly but its still only the bones of the thing. I have to re-arrange, strike, there are still lines that need to be added. I started listening to this book and its so so overwhelming. Like white people just feel like that all the time? Every story is about women from my city, whose families all work like mine, talk like mine, look like mine, live like mine. There was this one description I'll loosely relay that was "I already knew what was in three pots on the stove. Beans, green chili, and menudo. Weddings, funerals, graduations, birthdays, that part of the menu is always the same" and it made me so emotional. Even if the stories are fictional it felt so weird to have someone cut me open and stuff me with dollar store craft mirrors.

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:/ - Mood:Good

Friday February 05 202112:50:00 AM |

My little cousins didn't know what a DS or Gameboy was. Currently have earrings in. Hydrogen Peroxide in your ears feels nice and I do it when I'm really sad. Ice in lemonade. There is a security guard at work who throws up a peace sign instead of waving or nodding his head at me. Baby Boy by Beyonce.

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Bought stuffed frogs at Walmart - Mood:Good

Saturday January 23 20214:46:42 AM |

Apple talk and the question of weather genetically modifying fruit/plants is morally acceptable and if we're "allowed" to do so to certain plants because we depend on them and they on us via our domestication. And whether that domestication (particular to apples) is a symbiotic relationship between us and the plant or if we as humans are just forcing our own grandiosity onto our surroundings. If we let the apple or the corn or whatever else we touch, grow free, without our grafting, our modern chemicals, our fences, it would lose its desire for us and us to them. They wouldn't need us to fend of their enemies they would die and adapt. No inhibitations just the natural will to survive. Each crop of the plant would be different.

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Refined (kinda) Peanut Butter - Mood:Enraged

Thursday January 21 20215:15:25 PM |

I would love easier If I was a jar of peanut butter Discern my quick to bite demise Check the expiration date Thered be no place for blades For any mess to come that I wouldn't be Hard to get out of sheets, underneath fingertips Purpose labeled on my plastic heart and skin I wouldn't have to ask if I looked good in bed I'd be so sticky smooth You'd eat me through the morning and the afternoon I'd be atop the apples, in between the bread You'd spread me through the knife Guess if its my hands, my eyes, my lips, my thighs To dine, to feast For you to have me is my dream ITS NOT DONE AND I CANT WRITE ANYTHING ELSE I LIKE UNTIL I GET THIS PEANUT BUTTER S H I T OUT OF MY SYSTEM. Current listening is aint too proud to beg by the temptations, got more gel pens, have been eating beef jerky for breakfast, desperately need to beat someone up, got a cute case for my switch lite.

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SUPER MONKEY BALL - Mood:Ecstatic

Wednesday January 06 20212:21:59 AM |

I bought this game for my switch lights. Monkey in ball. And it makes me dizzy if I play for too long. Monkey in a ball. This game reminds me of summer when I was younger and would watch tv with my siblings in the afternoons. Monkey in a ball. And in the morning we would go down to the creek or play in the backyard eating rhubarb. Monkey in a ball. Generally speaking I don't like monkeys. Monkey in a ball. But if the monkey is in a ball?

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