Dear Diary

[SadLuckDame]

I must be crazy putting my ribbons entwined in magic,
but not believing to invest in realities or peace too.
Makes me nuts to know I'm scared there.

"Thaumaturgy"
Gonna go look it up.

Feed the brain, I can't see why it'd be no good, except it awakens too much secrecy... what we uncover we're usually not ready for. But what excitement is there in knowing if not to learn first. It's the unsure, the vulnerable, the newness that sets the thrill of the stage.
I don't know if I'm making any sense. I'll google.[/quote]

[jackofnightmares]

Dear Diary

It is all Greek to me. I can't do the math anymore. Nothing makes sense to me anymore except nonsense and poetry. IT ain't easy being green. 'The Boy With Green Hair' How I envied him.

[stilltrucking]

Dear Diary
I was stoned when I wrote the bit about women's breasts jiggling. I am not as curious as I used to be about that. A woman has to do what a woman has to do.

And a man hardly notices she does.
They say the truth will make you free
Who needs that?

"I would lie to you for your love
and that's the truth"

ah country music
"three chords and the truth"

Well dear diary so much for morning maniac thoughts now I got to go back to bed before I start eating again.

[jackofnightmares]

Dear Diary
the aftermath of TWS

chagrin chagrin
"sh boom sh boom"

[jackofnightmares]

drae diary

i can wiggle my ears it took me hours of practice to figure out how to do it. some atavistic muscle or other left in my scalp. I thought maybe it was something like that. something they were tought in one of margaret meade's secrete women's societies.

Seriously. I wondered.
And how do they cross their legs at the knees like that. do they have a hinge in their pelvis?

yes the sexual curiosity of children is doomed to failure.

boy this is good shit
but maybe it is not
the pot I mean

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
Every night I dream of a different man.
Each one is handsome and charming and damn,
they sure make me wonder who they are!
One rode a hot motorcycle, one drove a sexy car,
another invited me on a trip overseas.
Dear Diary, could you please
send a real one my way?
I must be lonely or bored or ready to meet someone new.
What do you say?
Is that something you could do?
Can you find one, please, who's kind to me
and can accompany me to a concert and out to eat?
If you could, I'd be grateful, as long as he's sweet
and doesn't have ulterior motives or a plan for a scam.
I'm not interested in that kind of man.
The problem with the dream guys is I always wake up
just when we're getting to know each other.
If you could send me one of those, that would be great!
If not, just send me one of their brothers.

I wonder why I keep having these dreams.
Are they premonitions of my future fate?
Or could it simply be something I ate?

[hester_prynne]

Dear Diary.
America has just become a bonafide facist nation this week and no one seems to give a rats ass.
America just shot everyone in the foot and no one seems to feel the injury or recognize it.
I wonder if in our next election they will have us dip our fingers in purple or red. I hope it's purple....I mean I like the color red but in an election it might not be so good a color.....
H

[stilltrucking]

Dear Diary
I had a dream last night that I discovered America. She was beautiful and green. Her arm was raised high beside the golden door. She beckoned me to come to her. I sat upon her enormous toe and kissed her thorny crown. And she drew the holy dollar sign on my forehead.

Yes I have discovered America
Life is good
Money talks
In God we Trust

I only wish it could buy me love
or something like it

Women adore a fascist
except for Lou Salome
who preferred Rilke

http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu34 ... etzLou.gif

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
I haven't been paid since November.
Something's got to give.
Do you have any connections
with the Powers That Be
so it won't be so tough to live?

Every time I complain,
Dear Diary,
I feel so selfish,
like I'm begging for a break!

Good God, what right do I have?
I think of the survivors of the Haiti earthquake.
They're living in tents....
many without clean water, food or medical care ...
I weep for them.
Life is so hard, so unfair!

I can't tell you how deeply I'm concerned!
And so I feel guilty for complaining that
I haven't been given the money I've earned.

.....

Oh crap, this poem sucks.
I can't write worth a shit.
Oh well. I'm out of practice.
I'll post it anyway 'cause I'm done with it.

[stilltrucking]

Dear Diary
Please buy me
a saxaphone
all my friends are musicians
I must make amends.

Oh lord
dialing for dollars is trying to find me ...

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
It was a bad day, all in all, but who's
making the measurements of such, anyway,
that's what I'd like to know? Whoever thought
it would be OK to devise a plan to threaten life
from generation to generation based primarily upon
the particular people in control and how they divvy up
various animations, I don't fucking know.
All I know is someone is scared
and someone else is, too, and for
good reason like a misty veil we somehow
have the opportunity to see through, we
can figure out why and it's of my
opinion that most of the time,
the world sucks and that's
why we have gravity.

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
Basically, as I see it,
and I see it quite clearly,
there is no purpose at all
for any of it, egos in need,
pats on the back, nods,
acknowledgments...
all somewhat
superficial,
merely,
and basically
that's the way
I see it,
quite
clearly.

[still.trucking]

Dear Diary

This morning I waked up in hell
And I thought this is going to be bad
and then it got worse

Singing "keep on the sunny side"
the upside of hell
the faith of a heretic

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
I'd like to go on a trip.
To Mexico or Europe or Japan.
Could you talk to the powers that be,
please, and send me some bread?
That's the only way I'll be able to go.
You don't think you can do that? No?
Well then send me a man whose got the dough.
I'd rather not travel alone anyway.
Come on, dear diary, whatchya say?

[SadLuckDame]

I say, I say
I'd be up to it too
how do we go 'bout
buying a man
who will be buying
us a sleek mustang,
tickets to Japan,
and hotel dining, linens
for us women
with a sexy piano man
by the dance floor.
I'd like him to drink casually
and keep me only tipsy
so there'll not be a scene
on the first nights time,
but wine and dine me
he'll have his shoes shiney
and a manicure by some smiling
pretty girl. she'll not ask his name
just keep him blushing in the chair
till I arrive for some take-out and take-off
just like my girlie Doreen.