oh, to be.

Stop asking.

Wed, 17 Feb 2010 17:46:04 GMT

I would prefer to not eat for days, thank you.

Fuck.

Mon, 11 Jan 2010 10:42:03 GMT

It's like the universe won't let me stop thinking about her. ♥

April tenth.

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 07:58:26 GMT

I cracked a piece of broken glass...

Coughing up feeling just for you
To find something real to hold on to
But there is a hole inside my heart
Where waves of my love come tumbling out.

[...nobody loves you [?]

34 seconds and we're going into auto-sequence start

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 07:18:33 GMT

...when you hear something that 'calls to you', what exactly does it call to?

This is a legitimate question.

-V[ee]

the most beautiful things happen when you're not trying...

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 07:16:59 GMT

.

[fin]

001.2

Sat, 22 Nov 2008 07:41:33 GMT

We're not going to get anywhere, are we? ♥

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 08:35:15 GMT

So, to ere is human, to forgive- divine. Fuck that.

There's a bottle of JD here with my name on it. MY NAME. Fucking Vee and i'm in love.

Oh yes.

Anyway, tomorrow is the ever-wonderful HALLOWEEN! I couldn't care less. Really though. I hate everything. I hate every(iichi)one one, why is one "I" in roman numerals, fuck.

I hate I. Great. Fuckers. Goddamnit and that punctuation issue. I i EYE not i not WE never, oh no never.

I'm all that and a bag of dope... wait- have I said that before? Oh yes- and I made myself sad.

Oh, and btw- I'll hate myself in the morning. ♥

-V

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 07:30:57 GMT

lovely, it's about time.

♥

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 06:17:01 GMT

Shiny, happy fits of rage! ^__________^

Sat, 14 Jun 2008 21:24:37 GMT

Sleep is wrong... ♥

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:12:58 GMT

Apparently e-mail you never read sounds like this...

---

fayalite disagrees

One of the kind biographies written from time eggs over a
dusty, unblacked stove in the other paid him the most grovelling
attentions and bright in his perplexity he took the simplest
and most for, driven to extremity as we were, we should
you found out some things yourself, didn't you? Butler,
i say. Enter butler. Butler. Here, here. Concubines, whether
temporary or permanent. The.

---

woodlander urochord

Seen together, like the sun and the moon in the innocent.
men are gregarious. Cattle in herds. Gold, belonging to
the lighthanded and highsouled choice. It was yielding to
the common rather than it will be through the influence
of its music. Railroad evenness. I am seized with a passion
dared to do me an injury, being, as thou art, had gone,
and the first act of the tragedy of.

---

I hate spam e-mails lol this shit is fucked up, but I really kind of like it. xD

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 23:09:22 GMT

Blue like water. Blue like heaven is all of the time. I'm alright.
I'm just gagging on all the alright.

~~I'm so happy. I'm in heaven.~~

...Oh, the season's come for opium.

---

Don't tell me to fix problems I don't have, especially when I know I don't have them. I KNOW. I never had them and I never will, and whichever way you take that i'm still a liar. ♥

I'm fucked up. Hahahahahahaha. OH BOY whichever way you take that, i'm also still a liar. I'm a witty kid y'know.

"i'm all that and a bag of dope." OH VEE you've done it again haven't you? Leech.

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 19:08:47 GMT

I want to puke.

I know this girl. Her name is Z(ee). She completes me in ways that only we understand. She has grown frail and weak. Oh, flotsam...? It (he, I) is (am) in her heart. I can not help her. none of us can help her. She is empty. She has a longing she can't fill. She needs to come home. She needs to dance (dance, dance...). There is no life left.

There is everything here for her.

Come home, Zee. Come home. We are here for you. We will spoon-feed you and dress your wounds. We'll build you wings and help you fly again.

There is hope. Faith? We are blind.

There is nothing left to see. I can give you words. You can form pictures. This part of you has not been tampered with. Do not be defeated. This is how we live, day-to-day. You mew at me with a soft tongue about how things hurt. You try not to be a bother, but you plead. Get off your knees, love. You know i'd give the world for you not to feel anything. It's your longing, your bliss and savior.

I want to take a train. "Train, train. Take us away. Take us away. To the future we will go. Where it stops, nobody knows."

...to the Cities of the Future perhaps. :)

Haha, Flordia holds my future? Who knows.

It came out of the sea...

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 22:45:16 GMT

A giant, smiling Lego man has been fished out of the sea in the Dutch resort of Zandvoort. Workers at a drinks stall rescued the 2.5-metre tall model.

“We saw something bobbing about in the sea and we decided to take it out of the water,” said a stall worker. “It was a life-sized Lego toy.” A woman nearby added: “I saw the Lego toy floating towards the beach from the direction of England.”

The toy was later placed in front of the drinks stall. The mysterious Lego man has a slogan on his shirt reading: “NO REAL THAN YOU ARE”.

----

This completely blows my mind.

Fri, 30 May 2008 17:08:20 GMT

Fucking robots! Gimmie.

No more wine. No more grapes, they've gone sour my love. Nothing else is left here. There is nothing for you.

When you are suffering- know that I have betrayed you. "I am not a victim. You are not a victim." apparently and so on and so forth in that fashion until we're dirt. "Today i'm dirty. I want to be pretty. Tomorrow I know i'm just dirt." Ha.

...Know just who we are. Fuckers.

We? Oh Vee! Have you come back again? Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.

To be continued.

Thu, 29 May 2008 23:43:00 GMT

I LOVE CRANKY JUICE.

That is all.

Sat, 24 May 2008 22:51:24 GMT

Real DJ's wouldn't be caught dead with "track marks". LOLOLOL Stop stickin' stickers n' shit all over your records and know your vinyls son!

Back to the old-school. Back to the old-school. Back to the- back to the- back to the- back to the- back back back back back-to--the----oldschool!

I love all our mamas, from legit, to cooking, to big, to small, to raver, to g-ma (& grandpa too!) The scene wouldn't be the same without you lovelies lighting up our scene. Thank you. (esp. you, Mama Romi. :D)

Sat, 24 May 2008 20:23:15 GMT

I'm rolling face right now ♥. Gahhhh. Last night was amazing! I had a fucking e-gasm and a half when Blutonium Boy spun. Jen Mas -vs- Mama C was also fierce. Mama played the "face down ass up" gabba track from SpeakaBlastaBiatch and I danced until I wanted to colapse.

Well, I'm mainly typing this to stay awake. I hope it makes at least a little sence. I just feel like i'm tripping balls right now which is very odd lolol.

Fri, 23 May 2008 21:35:20 GMT

Work hard, study hard. Grow up fast, die young. Sacrifice your youth. Succeed at all costs.

This is how I see myself in my head.

Oh vee... and again I repeat "To dream..."

Then my head hits the floor. Hah!

Sat, 17 May 2008 20:10:40 GMT

She had kisses sweeter than wine...

This robot tastes wine for you. ♥

I'll taste wine for you. Good thing i'm a robot. *grin*

Wed, 14 May 2008 22:37:02 GMT

two photoshoots tonight and copious amounts of liquor and potential LSD.

this should be interesting. *grin*

vee

Mon, 12 May 2008 23:13:44 GMT

Vee is not dead! She lives on in the minds and hearts of, well- me.

Oh, to dream.

Sat, 10 May 2008 22:28:28 GMT

“Everybody has that thing where they need to look one way but they come out looking another way and that’s what people observe. you see someone on the street and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw. It’s just extraordinary that we should have been given these peculiarities. And, not content with what we were given, we create a whole other set. Our whole guise is like giving a sign to the world to think of us in a certain way but there’s a point between what you want people to know about you and what you can’t help people knowing about you.

“And that has to do with what I’ve always called the gap between intention and effect. I mean if you scrutinize reality closely enough, if in some way you really, really get to it, it becomes fantastic. You know it really is totally fantastic that we look like this and you sometimes see that very clearly in a photograph. Something is ironic in the world and it has to do with the fact that what you intend never comes out like you intend it.”

-Diane Arbus

Sat, 10 May 2008 22:04:03 GMT

is it later enough? sure thing. let's go. double-time? oh, sad again.

last night was fucking sick. turtle squad ftmfw. i've 'never' seen a group of people come together like that. i felt so at home. people were rad and respectful and i avoided my stalker all night. good job. chii says good job.

i feel funny, and i really shouldn't feel THAT funny.

ughhhh though my brain aches a bit and it's my own fault. too much lemonade or something idfk. hahahahaha. fuck you jasmine! xDDD no it's okay babygirl i love you more than bicycles and overt sex on the dancefloor. or in the car. i should be glowing. i'm fuzzy.

fuzzy like a raver wet dream. lmfao!!! i should punch myself for that one. "you stupid ravers with your big pants, what the fuck are you doing- with your techno and your crazy drugs and rave music, god."

Yes, god.

sick ass trick, dolla bill playing "i'm a hustler baby" again. AGAIN... and at Colo coming up? holy fuck, and Tommy D.iaz vs Trouble... and D.Crisis????!!!? fucking marry me whydon'tcha. i'm going to have a joygasm.

new pants, plz.

on a completely unrelated note, i feel like a sex faux pas.

the end. now only read the bold text. lawlz z zzz. vee? no. fuck you.

Sat, 10 May 2008 21:35:23 GMT

i'm running crazy-bananas from miami to texas. i need a pickup.

last night was batshit crazy. update later. my head hurts.