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Sat May 23, 2009, 4:19 AM
His thin little figure,
Halfway through,
His hands the bag through.

The bag hits the pavement with a smack.

He begins to hoist his body back through too,
Back to safety,
Back home.
But then he is grabbed by the police on the other side.

The police pulls him from behind.
I try to help the boy,
I try to pull him back,
Back to safety,
The police pulls too.
For a moment there is pain in the boys eye,
He lets out a cry as I hear a crack from the other side.
I pull harder,
Trying to save this poor boy,
But as I hear more cracks and see the pain distort the boys face,
I cant,
I cant,
But I can!

I heave once more pulling the boy back,
Back to safety.

But he is dead,
His spine shattered,
And the police is gone.

  • Mood: Pain
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  • Playing: guess y moms pissed today? because u exist!!!
  • Eating: cold pizza
  • Drinking: what ever it is that is in this bottle...?

READ!

Sun Jan 18, 2009, 5:13 PM
It was marvelous, my dear, marvelous,

the gowns, the dances, the elegance--
the masks. They sparkled, dear,
glittered in the electric light
with sequins, rhinestones so bright
they almost looked real.

I danced with a stranger, my dear, a man
I thought was my husband
beneath his mask
[a fox’s face, grinning
slyly] but his hands felt wrong
in mine, and his voice
was deeper, stronger…
You’ll know what I’m talking about
when you’re older, my dear.
He was so very
kind, shall I say, and handsome
I’m sure, beneath the mask.

He held a knife to my throat, dear, and while
the women screamed and the men shouted
Let her go, she’s just a girl, she’s not
quite right in the head
I smiled, dear, and laughed
because I knew it was just a game

and he would never hurt me;
he was too gallant, too kind.

The blade glittered in the electric light.
It looked almost real.

He slashed it across my throat, my dear,
one motion, swish, like
a professional.
And I was still laughing, and he
was still holding me
and it was marvelous, my dear, marvelous
and liquid started pouring down;

it was so very
warm, or perhaps
I was cold; I did feel cold
now that I think about it, my dear.
So very warm and so very red,
dear; it looked
almost real.

Yes, it was marvelous, my dear; the blood,
the glittering masks,
and the music still playing,
a waltz; One two three
One two three
a little hesitantly, as if
the musicians weren’t sure
if they should keep going

and then they stopped
[they shouldn’t have, my dear, I was
enjoying the tune]
and someone must have flicked the lights out
for the grand room went dark, my dear,
except for the masks, still glittering
like stars—
they looked almost real.

I’m beginning to suspect, my dear—No.
I shan’t say it. It would be wrong.
It would not do.
These things don’t happen
in polite society.

My dear, I think—
I think he rather fancied me.

~i want ppl to read this because this is one of the best things bridget has writen since ywp 2009! i fucking love it!

  • Mood: Pain
  • Listening to: feminest punk baby!
  • Reading: old comics and bad thrillers ^^ the best thing~
  • Watching: nuthing but bad moovies and... suspence! XD
  • Playing: guess y moms pissed today? because u exist!!!
  • Eating: cold pizza
  • Drinking: what ever it is that is in this bottle (beer?)

MY NEW ESSAY! SO GRAFF IT!

Wed Jan 14, 2009, 1:23 PM
YET AGAIN.
Caila Blue
Graffiti is an art: it takes up many principles used in Classical or Renaissance art, including the use of shading, light, and value of negative and positive space. The shading and the lighting in a piece are very important. Without those two qualities graffiti would be just words on a wall, but, to the graffiti artists it is a way to express her self, just as Van Gogh’s painting Night Cafe expresses his frustration as he enters the cafe. There is also a political aspect to graffiti just as in art from the Paleolithic period and on, the purpose of graffiti is partly to harass the authority as much as show the talent of the artist. This is in contrast to than the Renaissance artists who painted for the authority, but not unlike some modern artists like Manet who were disliked by the rich and because they used art to show what the authority were doing wrong.

A gaff (graffiti) artist works with his crew, a group of fellow artists who are like members of a family. The graff artist is often at odds with the law with other crews; members of a crew keep one another out of trouble. It takes skill with the paint and a cool mind not to jump at every little sound; this is why graff artists always go with their crew. The crew will go to different places every time they go, but they go with their crew.

One of the graff artists whose work I was fascinated by last fall in New York City was Odie. Odie is the tag name of a graffiti artist who runs with the ICF. (I Can Fly.) Crew. Like other graff artists, he keeps his given name a secret. In fact, very little is known about Odie himself. What we do know is his unique style. He uses block- or bubble-like letters, and some times a mixture of the two. His pieces are beautiful and full of color but the point is to see how close he can get to the edge, that is, to frustrating the authority. The phrase “Yet Again.” and others like it are frequently added to Odie’s pieces to taunt the authority. One gets the idea that Odie likes pushing the edge because he seems to use as much gradation and shading as he can. That means that to complete a piece, he must come back to the same place night after night, thus increasing his chances of being caught. Like all other graff artists Odie likes to paint his pieces on places that are hard to get at. He did one piece on the side of a car. In fact some say that he has done a piece on every kind of vehicle except a plane. That is another way of pushing the edge.

It is too bad that graffiti artists cannot come out and talk about their pieces and what each one means to its creator. I bet we could learn a lot about art if we looked closely at the pieces that they do, and listen to their feedback on their own art. Even as Picasso used color effectively to show his emotion, so graff artists use color to show the world who they are. I think that every time someone paints over a beautiful piece of graffiti, we are losing the chance to discover a new gifted artist.

If you want to read more about graffiti as an art form, go to:
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  • Mood: Pain
  • Listening to: feminest punk baby!
  • Reading: old comics and bad thrillers ^^ the best thing~
  • Watching: nuthing but bad moovies and... suspence! XD
  • Playing: guess y moms pissed today? because u exist!!!
  • Eating: cold pizza
  • Drinking: what ever it is that is in this bottle (beer?)

Devious Journal Entry

Tue Jan 13, 2009, 6:22 PM
We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high

Cry at night
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair

My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah


this is for all you punk rock feminists out there! we all know that JOAN JETT AND L7 are two of the greatest female bands in the world! the changed the way punk assholes look at chicas now! that takes serious guts!

also if you have not read

DEATH BY NEIL GAIMAN then you should! its fantastic! XD

i have done some paintings and peices but... i dont want ta b found so... ill just put up the ideas and sketches of the pieces that ive done...

~peace out till later! ^^

  • Mood: Pain
  • Listening to: feminest punk baby!
  • Reading: old comics and bad thrillers ^^ the best thing~
  • Watching: nuthing but bad moovies and... suspence! XD
  • Playing: guess y moms pissed today? because u exist!!!
  • Eating: cold pizza
  • Drinking: what ever it is that is in this bottle (beer?)

tragic

Mon Dec 22, 2008, 8:37 AM
~A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle.~

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared
*
Guy: No, this is fun.
*
Girl: No its not, please it's to scary.
*
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
*
Girl: I love you, slow down.
*
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
*
~She gave him a big hug~
*
Guy: Can you take off my helmet, and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.
*
*
In the newspaper the next day a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks were broken. He didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him, and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live even if it meant that he would die.

If you would do the same for the person you love, totally copy this in your profile

  • Mood: Pain
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  • Watching: the screen
  • Playing: guess y moms pissed today? because u exist!!!
  • Eating: cold pizza
  • Drinking: what ever it is that is in this bottle (beer?)

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