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March 25th, 2012
12:34 pm - welcome
this is a witch house.
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November 10th, 2011
October 16th, 2011
11:02 pm
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October 9th, 2011
06:26 pm
days on end stuck in bed, ill, back stretching with pain. demolition of the bathroom complete- one fat gleaming white tub jammed in- the walls put up but exposed, green- only a few of us know how precarious the bath rubs against what we suspect is a gas line. we're solemn about the situation, but we don't do a damned thing. then, strange man comes to mud my walls, har har har. the dust never settles and i cannot mop it up fast enough- it comes silting everything. it will not be contained. i hand out 20s and 50s faster than i like- i see perfumes, iceland, furniture going going gone as i pay everyone what they think they're worth. there's no relief from chaos, there's no relief from constantly having someone around me. i have to ask to use my own toilet. the whole process is revolting; i am turned off, i am fed up. up and off i sat watching "Rome", the whole thing. i loved the blood and gore, seethed happily whilst performing my 20th neti pot of the day and yowling in agony trying to lean over, sit up, cough. i fancy i can see (in my mind's eye) the tearing of ligaments and muscle in my own back, away from the things that should support me; instead, i crumple forward, shove more pills down my throat, wait to drift away, pray for sleep to escape this new constant agony friend. the days are unseasonably warm and lovely and i am trapped. i hobble up the road to get more money; i hobble to the park and watch everyone helicopter their children, telling them silently "you can't do it. you need me. you are incapable" and i let my child fall, fall, fall again. she laughs. and i think, i am probably fucking absolutely everything up.
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October 4th, 2011
11:01 am
i solemnly swear i will come back and write here.
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September 20th, 2011
05:50 pm
dear montrealers,
it's not fucking scarf weather. calm down.
-me.
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August 4th, 2011
08:02 am
in the morning
i talk to my house,
i pour coffee with one hand
rub her cabinets with another and say
"oh gypsy. how you doin' old girl?"
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July 18th, 2011
06:03 pm - Larimar
Its powers are believed to helps us view events from different perspectives, to soften and enlighten, to heal the emotional, physical, mental and spiritual body.
Larimar stimulates the heart, throat, third eye and crown chakras promoting inner wisdom. It represents peace and clarity, healing and love. Larimar is reputed to be helpful for those experiencing stress and anxiety.
Created by volcanic activity, it balances water and fire energy
Powerful throat chakra stone, assists in expression of emotions
Teaches respect, love and nurturing
Cleanses unhealthy emotional blocks, releases attachments
Excellent for pregnant or new mothers to relieve depression and stress
Larimar enables us to communicate with others that which we feel deeply in our hearts and souls.
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July 7th, 2011
10:33 am - rape culture
http://www.montrealgazette.com/Police+lookout+Mile+attacker/5054322/story.html
http://www.montrealgazette.com/news/Mile+rumours+riot/5061879/story.html
i resent:
walking around my neighbourhood holding my metal water bottle as a weapon,
figuring out how to best utilize it from front and behind,
holding my keys splayed out between my fingers, hand in a fist, like i learned when i was 12,
looking at every man as he passes me with hate and fear in my eyes,
the guilt i feel for feeling that way when a man walks by me and doesn't attack me,
pulling my daughter close to my body while walking home in full daylight at 3p.m. when a man walks by us,
my heart thumping in my chest every time a man passes us,
feeling myself relax when i see a cop cruiser on the corner,
tightening all my muscles when i realize it's there for a stalled car, not the male attacker.
fuck rape culture.
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July 1st, 2011
10:38 pm
just ripped through "the raw shark texts"
get it
get it
get it
get it
get it
get it
wow, what a fucking great book.
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