((The first picture is a drawing of a face and a neck of someone who looks full of depth and life))
May 8th 2006 I'm tired of being a person sometimes. If I could be an icon, life would be easier. If I could be a ball of congealed and pulsing artistic energy, life would be easier.
I'll be someone for people.
Someone is a strange word, almost a mantra, with rolling mmmms and a nebulous nnnn. A stretchy, taffy word. Like minimum. Very small flower.
((Following is a series of pictures. Two flowers, a large one and a small one. Above the large one is written "regular mum" and above the smaller is "mini mum"
There's a sketch of a girl. Perfect figure with a smiley-face mask that says "smile all the time" over it. And "I <3 standards of beauty (they give me giggle fits)" underneath it.
A picture of a shirt that says "ART is life; the rest is just bullshit"
There's a drawing of a girl with a mohawk and bright makeup sitting in a chair in the bottom right corner of the page))
This can be my great American novel I'm not ashamed of what I write in here. It is pure, undiluted, uncensored me!
I feel coated today. Like I took a shower in cough syrup.
((There's also a code there. Certain letters are colored certain ways.
Orange code: 8, nine, ten Blue code: I'm sad Red code: I can fly))
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Date: 2006-06-19 10:24 pm (UTC)May 8th 2006
I'm tired of being a person sometimes. If I could be an icon, life would be easier. If I could be a ball of congealed and pulsing artistic energy, life would be easier.
I'll be someone for people.
Someone is a strange word, almost a mantra, with rolling mmmms and a nebulous nnnn. A stretchy, taffy word. Like minimum. Very small flower.
((Following is a series of pictures. Two flowers, a large one and a small one. Above the large one is written "regular mum" and above the smaller is "mini mum"
There's a sketch of a girl. Perfect figure with a smiley-face mask that says "smile all the time" over it. And "I <3 standards of beauty (they give me giggle fits)" underneath it.
A picture of a shirt that says "ART is life; the rest is just bullshit"
There's a drawing of a girl with a mohawk and bright makeup sitting in a chair in the bottom right corner of the page))
This can be my great American novel I'm not ashamed of what I write in here. It is pure, undiluted, uncensored me!
I feel coated today. Like I took a shower in cough syrup.
((There's also a code there. Certain letters are colored certain ways.
Orange code: 8, nine, ten
Blue code: I'm sad
Red code: I can fly))