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Date Posted: 14:54:13 03/04/01 Sun
In reply to:
Holly
's message, "My old stuff" on 14:07:09 03/04/01 Sun
For Tf
Friday, 26-May-00 15:06:00
152.163.201.202 writes:
Constipation Affirmations*
I lovingly release all the crap in my life.
The world is my toilet. As I receive crap, so it is my duty to give back all the crap I have.
My poo flows easily and effortlessly.
I eat more fiber than I'll ever need.
Now all the prunes of the universe flow freely to my aid in immediate and perfect ways.
I feel flush today!
Something wonderful is about to happen!
Excretion is creation at its most earthy and pungent.
* any resemblance to programs promoted on a certain talk show is completely coincidental.
Holly
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It's an Entropy Thing
Thursday, 06-Jul-00 20:19:54
172.130.222.9 writes:
You're standing there,
and old men stare
at you, on the cusp
of facial hair
and cottage cheese
and broken hearts
and creaky knees.
Too old for toys.
Too young for boys.
Too tender for the sweeter joys
that come with age
seasoned with rage
smudged with ancient burning sage
advice ignored,
but for the best,
taut skin
gives in
with every test
you pass. Each drama
you survive
leaves lines that state that you're alive
and strong
and wrinkled
and veined
and scored
by burning sage
advice ignored.
Holly
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(Dark) Side of the Road
Tuesday, 12-Sep-00 00:27:09
152.163.207.186 writes:
I was going to post excerpts from several days' journal entries during my trip to my brother's wedding in NC, but I
think the last day says pretty much all there is to say:
[I]n the last 24 hours I've waited five hours for MoBros to play to an empty house, been lectured for proclaiming that
sleazefest sux, waited for the ladies' room behind men snorting coke (I thought that went out in the 80s), gotten
lectured for telling some drunken @$$hole who asked to see my tits to f@xk off, sweltered in a motel room I'm
paying for because the freeloading roommates don't like air conditioning, actually considered Crystal the Pistol's
(Waffle House waitress, my favorite) offer to "do harm" to said roommates, and puked in my own hair.
During the past few days, I've learned a lot, though. A fast cloverleaf will always throw a 19 week fetus onto its
mother's bladders. Men in the South do not expect to find a woman in the men's room. Never share transportation
with someone who tells you she has a dual diagnosis. Never share a room with someone who tells you she has a dual
diagnosis. The person who wants to bring along the person with the dual diagnosis is just as sick as, if not sicker than,
the person with the dual diagnosis. XH1 is not completely blind to this. It makes me hot when XH1 says, "Hold onto
your anger, Baby, don't let them off the hook." It doesn't matter how crazy your family is; if they're capable of loving
you, they're not as crazy as a lot of folks you can spend a little time with.
Holly
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Hope
Wednesday, 11-Oct-00 15:45:23
141.154.11.203 writes:
I hope your hairs turn yellow gray.
I hope your teeth turn brown and rot.
I hope your lipstick goes astray.
I hope your belly goes to pot.
Don't think because I'm big and round
that I am out. Or even down.
I see the way you look at me.
I see the way you think that he
might be a bit more likely to
take a liking look at you.
He won't.
He doesn't know you're there.
But I know, bitch.
And, bitch,
I care.
Holly
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