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[09 Sep 2003|04:34pm] |
If you take someone's thoughts and feeling away, bit by bit, consistently, then they have nothing left, except some gritty, gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming round the gut, but so far down, so hidden, it's impossible to find. Imagine, if you will, a worldwide conspiracy to deny the existence of the colour yellow. And whenever you saw yellow, they told you, no, that isn't yellow, what the fuck's yellow? Eventually, whenever you saw yellow, you would say: that isn't yellow, course it isn't, blue or green or purple, or.... You'd say it, yes it is, it's yellow, and become increasingly hysterical, and then go quite berserk.
DAVID EDGAR
Mary Barnes
that was in prozac nation. i'm reading that right now. good book. blurty is being unbelievably slow, but at least it's working now.
i wrote a note last night. it was more to myself than anyone else but i decided to give it to cameron. this is what it said...( it's very long, though ). So yeah. i don't really have all that much homework today so i'm very happy for that. i need to go to walmart and get a protractor, a compass, and possibly a sweatshirt. and MAYBE if i'm lucky my mommy will buy me a CD player. ooooh i hope so. but probably not because i think she wants to buy me one for christmas. but i want it NOW dammit. my old one broke. *tear*. i feel like such a loser at school because everybody has one but me :( haha. no thats not the only reason, but it would be nice if i could bring mine. ahhh i gotta get a CD player. or else i'll die. ok, so i exaggerated. but i still want one really, really badly.
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