Tuesday, August 30, 2005

these past nights i've been having dreams. vaguely sexual but never to that point. it's not about the person you think. i don't even know why. it's a strange thing, sometimes i think about it, but it would never happen. when i'm awake i think about someone else. someone who is MY proximity infatuation. that is my reality. to him i'm just another on the list, and i think i'm ok with that. it's my secret. too much ink not enough words. just pictures in my head and the memory of the smell of leather.

shaina loves the jews at;
2:40 PM

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my name is shaina and i will eat your children.

i eat sultry roasted homo sapien flesh on a daily basis, only to purge it into a rusty bucket in a matter of minutes and feed it to the dogs.

i'm in the pomeranian fur trading business with crack dealers in newark.

i am happy. i am with someone who makes me feel amazing, who i love more than i thought you could love someone. it is fucking awesome. i love my life.

also, i like to laugh. it keeps me from killing people.

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