Monday, July 17

Mark said he could hold his own head up and share his mind with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall. one step ahead of the pack of Marlboros. still i don't believe he would take that fall. those things will put you back some paychecks, set you back about a year or two. there's a sick little suicide in all that we do, all that we do...

it is odd how if you swap 'it' and 'is' it can change a statement into a question. is it odd how if you swap 'it' and 'is' it can change a statement into a question? you can see it applies to other words aswell. can you see it applies to other words aswell? so on msn where many have cut down our wonderful english language into textie jargon (eg, 'lol', 'u', 'gr8', 'thnx' 'plz'), would it be understandable if someone, accidentally types "it" and "is" in the reverse order? and accidentally says "it is getting to the stage where you can't trust her with anything" instead of the intended question "is it getting... can't trust her with anything?". would you be understand enough to excuse the error or would you start accusing that someone of just covering up what they really thought with the msn age old "whoops spelling" "oops wrong window" excuses? i would think you would be the better person and not go and then tell the person you were talking about how this friend has betrayed them. i know you wouldn't be a bitch. i know you wouldn't make up stupid stories.
(one of my "friends" experiences, or atleast what she told me when i asked her over e-mail why i never saw her on msn anymore. which she then followed with that her dad was cutting their connection so she would only be able to access her mail 'every now and then'. i want to believe her. i know internet friendships are hard)

mark my words, oh, just a little more, Sarah said, and subtly subsistence is suicide. exercise and malnutrition keep curves tight, 'cause all that matters is what's outside. so says every magazine cover which gallantly assaults our own women and children, but it's not my fault, it's never my fault. we dare bury our three-square fare in a twenty-first century artery and feed beyond our need so pardon me, this is part of me...

there's a sick little suicide in all that we do. there's a sick little suicide in all that we do.. you decide, which one's for you? (Sick Little Suicides - The Matches)

2 Comments:

Blogger The Clown said...

You're a very, very powerful writer. And if my story posted on Indeterminacy's site did truly blow you off, then perhaps, I'm something more than a nuclear bomb. Smile.

1:27 pm, July 21, 2006  
Blogger Frances bo bancess said...

i always believed we need better weapons. creativity is a beautiful weapon, and it comes without all the horrific, physical mutilations. peace out.

6:20 pm, July 21, 2006  

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