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    dotsJournal: SlanderousLustdots
    Mood: Overwhelmed

    sailonplz (1/28/2008 5:07:44 PM): Hi, I am Christopher's mom. You know him as Slanderouslust on Elite skills, I saw that you and him had talked on 12/18/07. Chris was on his way to work as a Medic for a local town the foggy morning of 12/19/07 and was killed in car accident.( My world ended that day. I wanted someone to let the other writers on that site know what happened, and why it has been 40 days since he has posted any new poetry. Let me know if you can talk to the other writers who he knew. If you did know him that well or dont remember him please disregard... Thank you, Gerilyn

    ...Created 2008-02-07 23:43:28

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    my sister got lucky
    married a yuppie
    took him for all he was worth
    now she's a swinger
    dating a singer
    i can't decide which is worse

    but not me baby
    i've got you to save me

    oh, yer so bad.
    the best thing i ever had
    in a world gone mad
    yer so bad.

    ...Created 2007-12-22 02:58:11

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    fuck it all. all of it.

    ever last single piece.

    i'm going to kill him. that will make it end.

    ...Created 2007-12-16 22:23:26

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Overwhelmed

    to everyone that's commented on my stuff, mille mercis.

    i've just started a crazed rehearsal schedule for the winter's tale, and i'm going to try my damndest to comment back, but they may be a long time in the making.

    know that i do appreciate and adore all of you though. except the ones who leave mean comments.

    you just suck.

    ...Created 2007-10-29 16:22:39

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Rant

    i don't want to have to work anymore, doing something i hate so i can afford to put food in my mouth.

    fuckkkkk, i'm going to go and write smutty romance novels. at least that way i'll get to use interesting language. even if it is just describing a turgid manrod of desire, or a womanly cavern of damp sweetness.

    PUBLISH ME, publishers. i promise i'll do good. or try to, anyways.

    ...Created 2007-06-30 06:03:12

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Confused

    i'm getting itchy.

    i need something. bodily connection, maybe.

    maybe just... flirting with a stranger.

    maybe a walk in the park.

    maybe a roll in the hay.

    maybe some pot, a mattress thrown on the floor and some handcuffs for good measure.

    all i know is, i'm itchy for something.

    ...Created 2007-06-22 23:37:36

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Sigh...

    someone should publish me.

    that is all.

    ...Created 2007-06-22 01:10:18

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Thinking...

    i got tired of looking at my rant. yet i have nothing of importance to write about. i am in love with a man who is in love with me, but terrified by me, all the same.

    he rants and raves while i am awake, about how imperfect we are for each other, how vain and so full of ego that we will never be able to do anything for the other. then, when i am sleeping, he brushes my hair off my face and kisses the bridge of my nose.

    he satiates me. spoiled persian cat lying in the sunshine of a used bookstore sleeping, satiated.

    and i let go of my hard-won independence and pride. call him, leave silken messages in my throaty voice (i know just my voice drives him to distraction), things that will make him smile, and tighten in desire.

    even though i know he won't call me back.

    just knowing the effect i have on him, is enough.

    because i love him. desperately. confidently. astutely. his feelings scare him, while nothing else shakes his demeanor. that is how i know he loves me.

    and i know, that this waiting game will have a huge payout. i just have to sit at the table, pokerfaced, while caressing his thigh my stockinged foot.

    ...Created 2007-06-19 16:50:33

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    it NEVER fails.

    there is always the one person who will read the comments your friends and fellow poets have left, applauding your honest emotion and effort, that will leave a useless bitchy comment just to be a fucking killjoy.

    if it doesn't speak to you, and you can't find anything to CONSTRUCIVELY criticize, close the goddamn fucking browser. do not write 'i do not like your poem' eighteen times in different ways.

    this isn't about me being a prima donna. i know how to take criticism and direction- i'm a fucking actor for fuck's sake. and a good one.

    it's that i don't like people shitting negativity all over other people's work. there is a HUGE difference between constructive criticism and being an arse.


    ...Created 2007-04-18 16:06:02

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Crazy



    ...Created 2007-04-09 12:50:20

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.




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