:: Idle Neurosis ::

:: Monday, November 29, 2004 ::

don't believe the bullshit that they are trying to feed you.

watch the documentary OUTFOXED. do it for your own health, for fuckssake.
stellar lady:: Anonymous 4:57 PM [+] ::
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perhaps they love us more than us them
unlike the archetypal mold, we are more than the ordinary
they can't help but fall for us
perhaps they are all just homosexuals who desire us because in a way we emulate what they are supposed to be--strong, powerful, and full of drive
perhaps it gives them leeway to lag behind, bathing in our success
we are in drive, while they remain in neutral
perhaps that is all that is necessary for them
as society jerks them up, our engines are running and our tires are slashed
the same ones that love us are the ones that hold us down, strange how we still find the strength to love them back.

*2/3 of poverished adults are women



stellar lady:: naughti 8:10 PM [+] ::
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well, here we go. our fears are being fulfilled. it starts here. let the U.S.'s trip down the world's proverbial shitter begin. think there's a hidden agenda by the crazy right-wing bush administration? you better believe it.

if i had my way
we'd all dress in black
and daddy would serve up the white meat
cause genocide is nothing to celebrate,
extinction doesn't deserve a parade.


stellar lady:: Anonymous 7:41 PM [+] ::
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so sorry everybody.


stellar lady:: Anonymous 1:55 PM [+] ::
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~some quotes are timeless...

"when i think of the sacrifice yet to be offered and the hearts and homes yet to be made desolate before this dreadful war is over, my heart is like lead within me, and i feel at times like hiding in a deep darkness."
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"writing, the art of communicating thoughts to the mind through the eye, is the great invention of the world...enabling us to converse with the dead, the absent, and the unborn, at all distances of time and space."
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...both by abe lincoln.


stellar lady:: Anonymous 2:12 PM [+] ::
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i'm tired of being tethered to this college town.
normal.
what is normal these days?
i'm tired of school.
i want my life back.
i want to be in chicago.
i want to go on adventures daily.
fearing the corporate world...
can i really sit behind a desk all day?
in the end, do you get what you've been working for?
i need some more spice...
...more refreshing people in my day-to-day bump and grind.
the human race can kind of be disappointing sometimes.
people meet all the time and they might as well be wallpaper to eachother.
i am grateful for the amazing people in my life.
i know now more than ever that they are few and far between.
i want to go back to europe.
i want to be healthy again.
i feel as though i've been sick this entire semester.
i seem to be mastering the "I" statements, no?
feeling nauseous.
that is a hard word to spell.
always tired...
always having "a case of the mondays"
normal makes me feel kinda crazy;
the curse of the ill-defined.
this internal sense of disaster.
i feel like i'm not really here at all.
crawling out of my skin; unglued.
why do i feel like my head is going to blow off?
i wish there were rules for stuff like this.
love is one of the riskiest things in the world.
it scares the shit out of me sometimes.
does love accomodate to whatever shape is required?
bittersweet and beautiful; in a way i cannot define.
molecules stumbling. my compass going haywire.
let's drink to the demise of talent.

the light at the end of the tunnel is there. it's dim and far and i can barely make it out, but i know it's there.

~*~


stellar lady:: Anonymous 1:47 AM [+] ::
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all this pressure must be good for something...

but...
stellar lady:: Anonymous 1:54 AM [+] ::
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A Plea from a Cat Named Virtue

why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string.
you sleep as much as i do now
and you don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to,
I made a search through every room
but all I found was dust that moves
and shadows of the afternoon.

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing,
They're not helping anything.
They won't make you strong.

So we should open up the house,
invite the tabby two doors down,
you could ask your sister if
she doesn't bring her basset hound.
As for things you shouldn't miss,
tape his and the modern man,
Cold war and card catalogs,
to come and join us if they can.

For girly drinks and parlor games.
Pass around the easy lie.
of absolutely no regret
and later maybe you could try
to let your losses dangle off
the sharp edge of the century
we could talk about the weather or
how the weather used to be.

And i'll cater
with all the birds that i can kill
let their tiny feathers fill
dissapointment
lie down
and lick the sorrow from your skin
scratch the terror and begin
to believe your strong

All you ever wanna do is
drink and watch TV
and frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.
I swear I'm gonna bite you hard
and taste your tinny blood
if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home
I know you're strong.


~tHE wEAKERTHANS
stellar lady:: Anonymous 11:17 PM [+] ::
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