you have just entered the twilight zone

matchstick_707 @ 2006-05-03T21:40:00

2006-05-04T02:53:08Z

so here i amz all revved and smoked up with the payyy-oh-tee and

it's pretty KOOlsmooth yeah

you say so you makes theses gradez and all i gots leftist/rightistleft again to say is BOWWOW them digits sunk long ago [yup]

dripdripdrip from the blood to the tip oh such a prima donna sorry for myself, all three of them

all theze dayz i am likin' and lovin' and wanting some more ovin'=
+ some hipbone movement, swirl around in my white hot socketjointsssss
+ mister mushroom kid with all his hoes and does and rows and rows of leaves. a damn mighty TARZAN is he
+ damn weepers creepers pick her up and beaters and built to kick your ass not mine
+ miss matey for l-ife-ife-ife-with-a-rifle-by-my-side
+ pivoteers and dead rats who can eateateat stop and drink drink drink a dick [your own if you pleeeeeeeeaaassseee me]
+ redredredredredredredredredredhot

WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW IS LOVE SWEET LOVE ITS THE ONLY THING THAT THERES JUST TO LITTLE OF

them digits sunk long ago [yup]

looking through the glass eyeball miss sophie walder

2006-04-07T03:30:26Z

biting fingernails, itching with pain; i sit in the waiting room to exchange words. ten minutes go by...i wait...i look up at the clock a few mintues later...a day has passed by. i think of what i could be doing, finishing my oil painting. several thoughts cross my mind. how will [he] welcome me? a kiss on the cheek, the cold shoulder, and embrace? "miss, you can go in...," says the skinny red receptionist. she's so beautiful. although, the creases in her smile seem to hide a little secret. his office is cold...i can hear the springs in the brown leather chair, as he quietly squirms in discomfort. not the only one. he turns the chair from his masterpiece, it's the only thing we have in common]. he stares at me, consuming every inch of my body. i stare back...hateful and emotionless looks are passed back and forth. the thing i hate most about him are his eyes...i can't see beyond them....there is no depth...no pain...no sadness....he says abruptly, "have you been waiting long?"

[missss walder is the word-vomiteer]

matchstick_707 @ 2006-04-05T19:51:00

2006-04-06T00:53:21Z

the strawberry girls eat steam while the fish are out of water like a piece of gum s t r e t c h e d out for lightyears and inches and blue whales and intestines

matchstick_707 @ 2006-03-15T23:24:00

2006-03-16T05:25:16Z

I AM THE EMOTIONAL BAT OF EMOTIONAL BATS

matchstick_707 @ 2006-03-11T18:21:00

2006-03-12T00:29:31Z

so, i feel really small today and usually when i feel small it is that the universe is making room for something super and out of the planet to happen.
that is all. and it is a good thing.

matchstick_707 @ 2006-02-26T18:25:00

2006-02-27T00:28:23Z

when in masterbation mode, faces are so strange.

matchstick_707 @ 2006-02-24T18:45:00

2006-02-25T00:47:01Z

i have seen the others and i have discovered this fight is not worth fighting.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-12-20T02:18:00

2005-12-20T08:20:19Z

i'm a awful person.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-12-11T12:17:00

2005-12-11T18:20:01Z

i'm clumsy, i guess. or self-oblivious. i suppose those are two ways of saying the same thing. point is, damage just shows up on my body. please, please don't struggle like that. we are exactly where we're going to be. thank you.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-11-21T17:00:00

2005-11-21T23:10:19Z

"being pretty and funny and cute will kill you in the end, little bitch."

i feel like a ground up rabbit. and i'm thinking about saying hello to homewood; greeting it with a smile. it could be good.

someone do something sometime with me.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-11-07T21:29:00

2005-11-08T03:30:13Z

i'm in love with love.

happy halloween.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-08-21T18:57:00

2005-08-22T00:31:28Z

a strange world when time flies.
and all you eat are green popsicles.

and everything passes through the bongos in your body with endless pulse [continuation].
and what you touch is always at your fingertips [vicous and fire-breathing].

taste the rainbow in black and white.

[and i cannot stop thinking about the end of my heartbeat]

matchstick_707 @ 2005-08-21T00:42:00

2005-08-21T05:43:28Z

sometimes i feel the blonde red brown

dripping down my leg hip spine

and forming a thick grey line.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-08-14T00:38:00

2005-08-14T06:24:06Z

something about something.

edit: [FUCK.]

matchstick_707 @ 2005-08-09T19:54:00

2005-08-10T00:57:13Z

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-08-06T13:50:00

2005-08-06T18:53:06Z

1. think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. do a google image search and search for that word.
3. reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results [dont tell me the word.]
4. put this in your own blog so i can do the same.

aahhh.

i need to be stretched.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-07-23T13:28:00

2005-07-23T18:31:11Z

"old elephants limp off the hills to die; old americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars."

matchstick_707 @ 2005-07-22T22:07:00

2005-07-23T03:08:07Z

i [wish].

matchstick_707 @ 2005-07-21T19:34:00

2005-07-22T00:59:25Z

aahhh.

im going to go a thrift store and buy a .

and fly it to fucking [neptune].

live there for the remainder of .

and be the new .

and fall into while drawing my last line of farewell.

maybe ill breed .

i love my .

matchstick_707 @ 2005-07-12T09:56:00

2005-07-12T14:57:55Z

"i wish
i
was your pearl earring
so i could kiss your cheek
and
bite your ear
always."

ich liebe dich.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-07-08T20:33:00

2005-07-09T01:35:34Z

squid fishous.

april sixteen through july nine two thousand five.

drug infested goldfish and beloved day-brightener.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-07-07T12:06:00

2005-07-07T17:07:29Z

a massive grandaddy longlegs is crawling on my shoulder. and i'm letting him.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-06-28T19:32:00

2005-06-29T00:37:27Z

"wont you be my mandarin orange?"

friday is so fucking far away.

boxes boxes everywhere.
even scrawled out in my hair,
bright pink i think.

yeah.

later.
except i hate when people say that so i dont know how come i say it.
i dont even really say it.
its just a subconcious give-in to my strike against that word.
yeah that word and weenie or weener.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-06-12T16:06:00

2005-06-12T21:08:41Z

i will never get how come some plants are ladies and some plants are gentlemen.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

barbie girl by aqua is the most sexual song. its so sick. its great.

matchstick_707 @ 2005-06-04T15:59:00

2005-06-04T21:08:30Z

slimy sight balls in my head wont stop being wet and drip drip ping everywhere hi how are you anarchy looks so good but itll never work fucking humanity i hate myself and everything in it people who are still when they fuck is scary drip drip i got one of those skirts that make you look like a slut but i dont look like a slut do i hot hot heat drip i think i have that disease where you think bugs crawl over you and attack except they really arent attacking theyre just crawling like any other bug except its on my eyes just my eyes nothing but the eyes they wont stop crawling drip drip drip on my eyes all over and when i try to look at them they look like angels that have been in the sewer like born there and will die there enver leave there and i cant ever see them directly drip why is all the rum gone you ask and i want to be a tiger jumping on the icebergs not being cold and be a tiger poet with poetry that comes from my sea epiphanies dripdripdripdrip drip drip far after forever darling