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(no subject) [Mar. 11th, 2007|11:32 pm]
emma lee
read your palm
to your palm

what do your hands
want to say to each other?

when they're together
how do they feel
do they tell stories
to one another
are they very much alike?

hands also speak
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for dealing with stress [Mar. 11th, 2007|10:50 pm]
emma lee
[mood |subdued]

take one pillowcase
regardless of thread count
and stare at its fibers
to justify
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sleep sweet count sheep [Mar. 9th, 2007|09:55 am]
emma lee
ringing dust shafts full of penny tornadoes
booger amoebas in psychedelic bread loafs
newborn baby subwoofers in sigmund freud's pants
the virgin mother's flycatcher behind a eight ball
in a milky radiator
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(no subject) [Oct. 12th, 2006|06:46 pm]
emma lee
can i make a withdrawl
from the blood bank?
or am i too sweet
to open an account
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(no subject) [Oct. 11th, 2006|08:01 pm]
emma lee
i remembered a nursery rhyme that was one of my favorites.

There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence
Against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
In a crooked little house.
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The supermarket replaces the drugstore. [Nov. 25th, 2005|11:18 am]
emma lee
[music |System of a Down EP]

Getting an Idea:

OK. I'm going to the Supermarket. I'm going to get some ideas. I'm all ready to go. Got my purse, got my shoes, got my keys, lights off in the house, walking out the door. Now here I am on the porch. These spiders always catch my attention, among other things, such as moths and flies. These spiders got themselves up off the ground. They don't fly unless they're carried by the wind, attached to their string. They build webs. They tend to them daily. The spiders are spiders.

There's nothing wrong with what's in my cabinet. I'm not missing anything. Everything's there that I need. There's a lot of junk rotting in the fridge, though. I can't ask anyone to throw it away for me. They won't do it. It's my mess. Fuck all this shit!!!



I went to the library. Got a few books. Getting lots of ideas now.

Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt Alt
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(no subject) [Nov. 17th, 2005|01:37 pm]
emma lee
Everyone make believe. Nobody make sense.
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At war with memories. [Nov. 6th, 2005|12:07 pm]
emma lee
My Dad used to take me on bike rides to the parks by the water every weekend when I was a little girl. There was always one particular bridge I stopped on over a canal to see the swordfish and sting rays swim along underneath. Dad was always patient. He loved looking into the water at the creatures as much as I did. He had an old red Shwinn bike.
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You're older now, and you're a clever swine, but they're the only ones who've ever stood by you. [Nov. 3rd, 2005|08:39 am]
emma lee
Mattress on the floor. Afternoon wake. Dark halls. Brushing teeth. Drinking sweet tea. Getting on the phone. Smoking a bowl. Take a shower. Put on your clothes. Apply eyeshadow. On the phone. In the mirror. Dig through a pile of clothes. Smoke a bowl. In the mirror. See the bunny. Kiss the puppy. Out the door. To the car. Windshield wipers on, car starting. Heading north. Eat a pill. Smile. Down the dirt roads. Cloudy sky. Rolled pennies. Get gas. Hey friend. Got a blunt? Eat a pill. Windshield wipers on, car starting. Down the highway. Rotating disc. Long time to think. Dream of leaving. Dream of leaving, forever. On the beach. Have a drink. Speak intelligently. Get a piercing. Speak, have a drink, on the beach, long time to think. Eat a pill. 2 AM. Down the highway. Fall asleep. Drive faster. Open eyes. Dark room. Soft bed. Fall inside. Moon shines. Through the window. Bathes me in the light. Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
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Love & Sex Study [Oct. 28th, 2005|09:47 am]
emma lee
make a happy family
communication is the common thread
family out of community
honesty is the best policy
and patience
to diffuse sexual confusion
diffusing situations
such as sex is not love
sex is business
sex is pleasure
love is not
love is sancitified
sex is dirty
too extreme too extreme
these cannot be diffused
love is dirty love is base
sex is sancitifed
this is the opposing view
this may explain a few hang ups
or devices

outside of sex
shouldnt be the only aim
when to clear up confusion
take time
to explain to think

communication varies
small talk deep discussion
two roads lead to one destination
with enough rhetoric
with enough influence
knowing what is behind it
the motivation
some kind of release
sexual compulsion
some kind of identiy problem
whoever initiates
an ego need to satisfy
there may already be some kind of agreement
there maybe some kind of curtain to keep up
personally i have fought the "need"
i have seperated them
it is possible

on the grounds of desire
desire for love
and there is also desire
for physical activity
another kind of game
other than courtship
which may have shorter lasting effects
butis also therapeutic
when it comes to image and insecurity
but it could alsobe thatneither are responsible
that love and sex are of no consequence
and yet other objectives are of aim
love could be the problem
love could be the monkeywrench
love could be the key to achieving your aim indirectly
its influence is also attractive
appealing to a game that is not courtship
but rather related to reputation
there is possibility of bad reputation
most cases this is true
but also good reputation - remember
a good lay is positive
a good paycheck is positive
a good face is positive
a flexible mind is positive
but too much is enough
some do not recognize what is enough
and indulge and exploit

like as do poets like lovers
should hold off
and not injure with love
the search for some eternal requirement
some divine manifestation
some perfect lyrical song
that is beauty like love
and what of this reputation
is it for passion?
i believe so

and for mind there is no consequence
sex is rather in the mind
sex is imaginary
sex is combustible
other elements come into play
rather you see it as attractive
detached and unemotional
love is an observation
love is a theory
and there are factors that contribute to it
there are variables
there are tests
these things are incondequential
and to debase love to that may be unholy
though when it comes to sex it is not rejected
that love can be so cool
might have to do with casual likeness
or similarity
and also love can be a matter of judgement
this we cant forget
love and sex are evaluated
and whatever set of meaning is applied
is weighed in other situations
to distaste

and love also being escapist
away from words and acts
love and sex as feelings that are indescribable
that are untouchable
that have little to do with reality
love as a retreat
love as repose and health
sex as a glowing answer
an energy and comfort
protected from other elements
love is a separation
a freedom and lightness
love is also a belief
and sex could be any of these things in principle
sex for health
sex for wellness
but sex as a retreat is less arguable
of course sex can be transcendental


all these things.. pout up four into one
any lack is of serious concern
lack of development
stayaway from those
who exhibit lack of one or the other
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