unspecified

remiss

Sat, 15 Jul 2006 08:56:45 GMT

still beating

whimpering. alive.

from the earth it sprouts

Fri, 14 Jul 2006 09:50:07 GMT

extend! backward into you. child! love! extend!
glittering lovely. new skin soft. from the earth, reaching. above blue. into the earth, receding.
be happy. be lovely. extend. in me, lovingly.
come closer. here. extend.

appreciating

Sat, 24 Jun 2006 10:02:04 GMT

to not know and still want

expect

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 09:15:59 GMT

beep beep beep

afterthought (sweetheart? oh, prometheus)

Mon, 29 May 2006 15:04:09 GMT

i am god

god inside, god throughout, god forgiving, god in you, god without you--perfect, hopeless, true

...become me. god. god in you, god without you. nothing. god as light, god up high, god gone fishing

know me, want me, love me, praise me (on your knees), and forget
hear the song, hear the light, fuck a woman, have a child, name him J--------
play a tune and let us feel. you. god. dance. god. i bleed for you. god. god! god
i am god. world-maker. i tumble celestial stones like magic eight balls. i know you, secret-keeper
we name Him tomorrow, today, unknown, but still likes to play. you, childwoman/lover/playtoy/alive?
me, GOD. all-knowing, all-encompassing, all-powerful, the fastest fucker in and out and beyond the universe
god willing, god knowing, god forgiving, god in you, god without you--perfect, hopeless, true
god forbid, in you, so help me god. me. Me. I. giver of holy days, days of rest, days of celebration, days of love, days of silence
i make you. clench your hands and moan and gasp and scream My name. oh, god. oh, God. oh, god. oh, God!. god! God! GOD! FUCK!
god in you--loving, deep, and true
i make you the chosen one. the one to deliver my words. to share my compassion. my hope. my power. to destroy and remake. you are the one. the unforgotten, the savior--die for me, die for humanity, die for the gilded gates beyond.
...become me. god. god in you, god without you. everything. god as life, god in everyday, god forgotten.
i make you. your apotheosis is here. this moment divine. your first breath. your virgin breath. your slut gas.
forgiven. purged. reborn. mine. in nothingness you are made, a slave. in light, in sin, with glory, you are born, free.
of me. from me. be mine, forever. until death are we joined. always one. always loved. in oblivion.

i am god

god unknown, god unmade, god in you, god without you--perfect, hopeless, true

that word looks funny now

forward! fire, fire

Mon, 29 May 2006 14:07:59 GMT

I am God

now

Fri, 19 May 2006 10:55:27 GMT

asleep

oeei vwlss knghts

Mon, 08 May 2006 08:02:45 GMT

with two full lungs

sometimes you look and

nearing to his face deep in the hand of the king heart like

nerves that tear from

still in you. deep in the hand. you look.

i say brown

earlier still

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 16:02:28 GMT

the valley becomes an engulfing smile

time to come home

the teal arches

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 09:32:39 GMT

it was cold today. it hailed. it became colder. i hear wind right now. i am typing this before you read this. i think. see the periods. pause. pause. pause. so, anyway, what have you done? its neck hurts and it is too tired to stay awake. want to walk/sleep. be soft--be in soft.

waking up to say that i am here and you are there. i will do it again sometime. it was funny watching you fall walking onto the bus. gracefully so.

a man holds up his meal to the crowd and asks if it notices a problem. i can only say that this is true for me, but who knows about you. we would never go as far as 'who cares' though.

throw a stone at a tree. be happy. be fruitful.

frrrrrr

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 08:21:18 GMT

tip tap fapAutosaved draft at 12:19:17 AMcrap
tey tey somuna tey tey somuna blurp and chirp in everyday mealticket hick bitch.
god fuck touch too much. lug and chug a fug(ly) mug. typing on her knees is a beequeen fiend that says. oh. oh? the enemy will be killed.
the enemy will be loved. with a red scarf. over their heads. childhead. childhands. praise him. the enemy will be killed.
is dead fair in the paper the way it will tear. ka-po-to boils. bowlstollsmolesholes bowelstowels.

such a bore of a whore. the way you. makes. laugh (me). why does this wristband feel so tight? stop touching that...slow-er-er-er-er-er. mrrrrrrrr.
whoa there. he made it? fantastic. how deep did he go? and back out? and back in? how many times? for how long? why? really? well, i figured...if by that you mean you are going to shatter it to pieces and make a girl cry, then by all means. pleaSE!

here is a dollar. your tip. remember me? forever and ever. until death. i walk. this wine stain will not come out! and ever. and ever. and how far? and how deep? and how...(lalalalalaalaalallalala). such a lush tongue. fuck you. heh oops.

tip tap drop pop. mrrrrrrrrrr

Thu, 16 Feb 2006 12:41:03 GMT

The Story of the Mastiff and the Lion Cub

Once upon a time, not too far in the past, there was a lion cub named Tickles. Tickles didn't have a mommy or a daddy, nor did he have anybody to play with. Tickles was very lonely, and wished somebody would give him a big hug.

Tickles was growing up very fast, but unlike other cubs, Tickles did not have anyone to tell him how to be a lion. He liked to chew things though, and sleep in his water pan.

One day, a strange creature appeared out of nowhere in Tickles' water pan. "Get out!" meowed Tickles, but the wrinkly thing did not listen. Instead it said, "Hi, my name is Mr. Buttons!" Tickles did not have time for such nonsense!

For awhile, Tickles was okay with living around Mr. Buttons. They played with their own toys and ignored eachother as best as a pup and cub could...

Mr. Buttons' presence did not stop Tickles from being lonely, though. He still had nobody to groom him or love him, and he often occupied his time with staring off into nothingness. By any means, Tickles was depressed.

This is the day Tickles would never forget, as it was both a frightening and happy time in his life. Mr. Buttons attacked Tickles out of nowhere, as he slept innocently in his water pan!

Tickles resisted, but Mr. Buttons was very strong for a wrinkly thing.

Suddenly Mr. Buttons bit Tickles neck. Surely this was the end of him now?

No, Tickles survived! "Maybe this isn't so bad," he mewed. It didn't really hurt, and it was sort of fun...

After that, Tickles and Mr. Buttons were inseparable. They were best friends, and Tickles finally felt that everything was okay.

"I love you, Mr. Buttons."
"I love you too, Tickles."

quick

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 11:49:02 GMT

you are stuck

soon from now

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 12:44:29 GMT

let me walk

motion

Fri, 30 Dec 2005 13:14:07 GMT

moving so swiftly.
elegantly.
coming closer
uncontrollable
keep watching. waiting. loving.
as it touches delicately.
deeply.
going everywhere
better to wait
- - - - - - - - -stay casual. why does it keep acting out? is it really that angry? maybe they should make it shut up...we know how to kill the thing. keep it easy. real. listen to the notes. enjoy the trumpet a little longer. stop tapping your foot. start rolling your head. play along but stay back. move with her. stay with her. be tender. aggressive. play closer. keep in touch. keep it fun. hold on longer. think harder. talk softer. kill it later. do this now. hear the beat. hope for less. stop fucking around. keep moving. stop complaining. stop being a bitch. shut the fuck up. get on the ground. turn around. cry if it feels better. hear the trumpet? you play too rough. not long enough. face on the floor. move a little more...to the left. perfect. stay there. smile. first word? give her the last one. move slow. gentle. careful. play. laugh. empty, shaking, regretting, and keep getting back to it. a few stale chips in the bowl. and the smoke swirls freely under the acoustic sky that sometimes drips. sounds familiar. that music is swinging. move with her. get to know her. forget everything. and keep moving. the dance is consuming. she looks good in shades. keep it smooth. back on the ground. never going to plead again. but this may hurt a little. but you should get use to it. watch. play along. keep moving. elegantly. closer. watch. move. play. on the ground--turn around. icy voice. the heat moves down into your fingertips. back into your blood. into your brain. you are God's child. come closer. you look pleasant. keep moving. play along. just one more time. not going to plead again. keep moving. nice that way. watch. come closer. play along.

Tomorrow

Wed, 28 Dec 2005 10:15:25 GMT

but he is impotent

at least you always say his last name

sorry to use "this"

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 08:37:32 GMT

∑

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 08:02:11 GMT

He raped me so hard!

And I orgasmed! Can I still press charges?

PM~*a story told to him|the same one she was thinking (it)

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 09:39:20 GMT

[                                          ]not knowing
                            beauty
                                               triumph
                                                                   self
                     motionless play                            nothing
in the................................................      clamor
*it is a resistance movement--help them (breathe)&(eat)
signs post retreat in a thing that was something less than before and yet it is more. she holds quality of being in place--in web--in love--she lost her mirror

              clinging              [-being-]             (*)
      because
to feel your nothingness              one trying

        taking any pills?     why can you not swallow her?
                                                                       you never tasted yourself

you do not taste things anymore

not any harder than before

search for

                                                              unlikely projection

        fun                                      jump
money-knowing-goblin-loving-jewel-wearing-teacher-caring-face-eating-body-breathing fucker(thing-being)

                                                                  still
finish it
passion
why is she any way rather than no way>read below how dense you can become with a lightbulb the size of an electron>to cause one to be one that is>undergo with.out.youinmind you-in-mind 23568754 mind in you[>]speaking energy is based in syllables and typing energy is based in letters>pause.
growing
to face into
the dual-existence
of                                      |                                         enough for me~why not fuck?
though                                    you bend pretty
he cannot try                              moving
simply                           spin it
and precisely                      being
free to be                       not
what is                       just

                                                                                                                           10^72 ways to go

again.still?just

Sympathetic Pains

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 09:05:56 GMT

A Collection of Julianna Wetmore Haiku's:

Born without a face
Newspapers spinning around her head
"I am ugly." Shamed.

Springtime in Georgia
Babies breath blooming nearby
Still without a face

Oh, a mothers love
Always waiting there for you
Yes, you can feel it

Life may be nasty
Just be thankful you are not
Kevin Federline

No ears nor eyes here
Underdeveloped heart
Where is the upside?

My kitten likes me
Even if I can't love him
Without using hands

I put on clothing
But it makes no difference
I cannot hide scars

Sometimes I like boys
But they cannot look at me
Nor can I, often

I do love hopscotch,
But I often run into walls
I stopped feeling

I swim in rivers
I dance naked, in the trees
Be one with nature

My father left me
I can understand this now
Mother is a cow

Crawling on my hands
I discover a mirror
Angst. Livejournal now

Dearest Diary;
Today I broke down in class
But nobody saw

I want to hear wind
Let it rush all over my hair
Capturing faeries

My darkest desires:
Hidden in my dark attic
I cannot climb stairs

Dear Julianna,
I saw your pics on the net
I have a fetish

A haiku

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 08:56:18 GMT

The past and present;
His head neither here nor there
Sucking his own dick

A Song

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 08:44:19 GMT

One day I was surfing the internet,
and after what I saw, it's no wonder that I wept.
There in all of his disturbing madness,
was the nightmare I will always regret

Chorus
Brian Peppers (shoo la la)
Brian Peppers (doo rah rah)
Brian Peppers (has royalties to this song, song)
Brian Peppers (hasn't molested in so long)
And yet, he's in the big house

Brian Peppers, here you are in all your glory
An internet fad born out of nothing
If you were a popstar you would be a diva
Elton, he's selling out YOUR arenas!

Brian Peppers (shoo la la)
Brian Peppers (doo rah rah)
Brian Peppers (has royalties to this song, song)
Brian Peppers (hasn't molested in so long)
And yet, he's in the big house

His eyes are blue, but you'd never know it
He looks like a midget, but he's five foot seven
His pale skin accentuates his cute little lips
Lush with the blood of virgin innocents

Brian Peppers (shoo la la)
Brian Peppers (doo rah rah)
Brian Peppers (has royalties to this song, song)
Brian Peppers (hasn't molested in so long)
And yet, he's in the big house!

*guitar solo*

Brian Peppers (shoo la la)
Brian Peppers (doo rah rah)
Brian Peppers (has royalties to this song, song)
Brian Peppers (hasn't molested in so long)
And yet, he's in the big house

Do you think Bri raped anybody in jail?
Being raped by Peppers is the ultimate thrill
I know it sounds weird, but he's an internet star
And at the very least, you the man now dog!

Brian Peppers (shoo la la)
Brian Peppers (doo rah rah)
Brian Peppers (has royalties to this song, song)
Brian Peppers (hasn't molested in so long)
And yet, he's in the big house!

Will he ever log online and google his name?
After seeing his face will he ever be the same?
I hope little Brian gets a myspace soon
Watch out Elton, he has a webcam too!

Brian Peppers (shoo la la)
Brian Peppers (doo rah rah)
Brian Peppers (has royalties to this song, song)
Brian Peppers (hasn't molested in so long)
And yet, he's in the big house!

(fade out) Brian Peppers...

I don't care if it stretches your friends page, so stfu.

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 08:20:38 GMT

omg haxxed

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 03:39:59 GMT

A Poem
by Curtis Vallely

Sumetimes I h8 life and watn to die
If I think abot it 2 much I watn to cry
When I go bmxing I fel like I'm free
Until my bonner waves in the air and I have to pee

Calling my house at 5 in the morning
Whoever did it, consider this a warning
I got ur IP, ur reported to AOL
Do it again and u will go to hell

On days like this I watn to be alive
Jacking off to BMXXXX with my dog by my side
Me n' Timmy sumtimez like to horse around
It isn't gay if no one hears the sound

I rly h8 school and my teachers 2
Nobody thinks that I am kewl
Sumday I am going to BMX over them all
And they will realize that the bitches fall

Edye this is a note 2 U
U were the best, U were my boo
One time U called me black on the phone
I ain't blakc, so leave me alone!!!!

I get lots of psusy and talk 2 lots of bitches
When Im done wit U, U will be doing teh dishes
While Im outside bmxing in the rain
It is the onyl thing in the world that keeps me sane.

Peace.

a real voice (for me to love, not you)

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 09:28:38 GMT

are you in between what you were once and what you will become...so are you becoming and have become. are you willing to reject yourself in your nature to become something else...and always will. and are you still you.
you are in between what you were once and what you will become...so you are becoming and have become. you are willing to reject yourself in your nature to become something else...and always will. and you are still you.

listening to something in Raga Chaundrakauns. the chants are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. are. how does that word look and sound to you?

the bird on the mountain looked down at the young girl. she is living in the valley. she does not see past the valley. she is only aware of the valley. she loves and hates the valley. she finds importance and triviality in the valley. once she looked up. the bird flew overhead and she was astounded. she wanted to know what the bird may know being in its nature so high above the valley. so she shot it down with a valley-arrow. and to the dead bird she asked what it knows above the rocks. its body collapsed in her desperate breath that she hid in light curiosity. she smiled and went fishing.
the bird said tomorrow she will remember me.

it is basically *this*~i put it in my mouth just for you. as everything becomes more fake. but something real.