Doppelgänger Week

She's the reason why I would not get hired for some damn jobs.

Attention Deficit Disorder

"Everyone here will die in 100 years
Voluntary or not
It's not right to settle-
Fuck no! Don't conform"....////so live your life!

Sometimes you can't hide from it.





I'm 21, living in San Francisco, and I still haven't gone to the Mint for karaoke!! Everyone knows that's my talent!




Why, oh my, curiosity killed the pussy cat.

Can't. Do. Essays.
Must.
Do.
Leisure.

"I hate them all"...

CREATURES!



I hate them all - creatures
I do not act or dress the same - hopeless
I do not fit inside their frame - or class
Oh can't they see that they are lame - no heads
That they're just tokens of my game - pieces
I'm not accepted by my peers - so what

With the continuation of losing Jay

my second favorite song ironically reflects my mood today. Maybe it's a sign from his ghost!
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Disclaimer: When I say this song is a reflection of my mood, I do not mean to say that I want anyone dead. Gracias.

Actually, none of the actual lyrics are a reflection of me, at all, just know this now. Gracias dos.

Time will heal the wounds but I
will kill you

Slowly
fading all away

Hear
the voices cry and watch
the feelings die

Slowly
fading all away

Jay Reatard: 1980-2010

R.I.P.; The punk rocker from Memphis, TN.
Why do kids somehow still think drugs are going to make things more fun? Reatards!

Sorry for getting mad when you cancelled that show in Paris an hour before you were set onstage and then I chose to be immature and deleted all your music off my iTunes...I have since downloaded all of them again.
M brother saw Jay Reatard live in Santa Cruz 2 years ago and hated it, said it was to screechy, intoxicated, and chaotic. Thus, I would have thoroughly enjoyed him live.


One of my 2 favorite JRtard songs, Nightmares. This is the clearest version I could find on hand.

Seems that my dreams only come true
When my dreams aren't about you
Nightmares are all you bring to me

I'll keep searching for you



We'll see him in our dreams!

Never winter forever

Living is California has many downfalls and everyone knows that one of them is the lack of snow produced in this sunny state. Fucker! Though many Scandinavians and other snowbirds claim living in a one-season spot is a privilege, I beg to differ! Change in seasons is healthy for everyone, whether they want to believe it or not.

Between grief and nothing, I will take grief

Back in San Francisco, jet lagged, miserable, and je veux revenier Paris maintenant. Anyways, there are more downs than pluses in life, but that's why there are so many fascinating novels in the world...I'm thinking it'd be nice to write one as well, just for me to read.

MASH

For those who are unaware of the game, MASH is when a fun junior high-bored in class game that mostly girls would play that calculates who they would marry, fuck, how many children they'd have, where they'd live and what they'd drive and live in. It's called MASH because the game is an acronym for Mansion House Shack Appartment, which are the 4 candidates one can live in. With how things are counted out, a person can end up with either the worst results, mundane, or the best. I got the best!


My results:

Husband: Hakan Hellstrom

Place I'll live: London

# of children: 3

Job: Director

Car: Hearst

1 Night Stand: This guy

Life is always better written on paper, eh?

When I'm Dead

When I'm dead I want to be a ghost that is visible every full moon. The history I would ever leave behind has no emotional attachment, but I am there to haunt the evil that ruled during life. All the messy memories from life have finally stopped haunting me and diminish. My good memories are passed on to those who deserve to experience themselves. When those good mortals take a photograph, a shining will appear behind them. The shining may cause grave concern, but really it is me guarding these people.

But what will these good memories be? Honestly, I look back at my childhood and admire the times I got to skateboard or go to the beach, but those days were short lived. Another would be petting wild horses in front of my house, but that too had a premature ending. As a ghost, creating memories for people is fairest. Memories are what one makes of them. As a child, my imagination was so happy and eccentric that when I look back on my childhood, my most important memories permeate my brain.

Who would I watch? That is to be determined. Who knows when I will die and who will and will not die before me. I want to watch over the misunderstood, the ones that are laughed at and deemed insane. And for all the rapers, flakes, and selfish manipulators, watch your back.

I'm the twitch under your eye you get when you're stressed. I'm the twitch you have when someone you don't trust taps your shoulder. I'm your nightmares and I'm your dream come true. I'm there when your feelings of lost desolation entrap your soul and you don't believe you even have a soul.

I'm present when you make memories. These memories are the best ones, the worst ones that make you learn something about life, and the ones that you will pass to the youth.


When you pass, I'll be there with open arms. I'll tell you stories of when you were born and what your parents were like as kids. I'll teach you to see the world in a different light.