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havewelostjimmy?
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Fink
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On candystripe legs the spider man comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun. Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead, looking for the victim shivering in bed. Searching out fear in the gathering gloom, and suddenly a movement in the corner of the room. And there is nothing I can do when I realize with fright that the spider man is having me for dinner tonight. Quietly he laughs, and shaking his head, creeps closer now, closer to the foot of the bed. And softer than shadow, and quicker than flies, his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes. “Be still be calm be quiet now, my precious boy. Don’t struggle like that or I will only love you more. For it’s much too late to get away or turn on the light. The spider man is having you for dinner tonight.” And I feel like I’m being eaten by a thousand million shivering furry holes. And I know that in the morning I will wake up in the shivering cold. And the spider man is always hungry…

“Lullaby”—The Cure

Oh, some people say I'm beautiful, but I think I'd rather be an explosion than a simple black and white painting. Oh, some people say I'm beautiful, but I think I'd rather be ink on a page than dirt on the floor. Oh, some people say I'm beautiful, but I think I'd rather be your monster, honey, because otherwise I'm just a feather on the wind.


To my dearest-darling: If you are the moon, then I am the sky. If you are a mermaid, then I am the sea. If you are a rose, then I am the soil. If you are Emily, then I am your Fink. Eternally yours, we belong to this earth. Eternally yours, we are poetry in motion. Eternally yours, you hold my heart in your palm. Eternally yours, my darling-dearest.

The Doors are my life. What else do you need to know?

I do not believe in a god. I believe in Karma. And Karma has serious issues with my bad-ass self.

We are living in a world defined by daytime television talk shows.

Music is not my life. My life is music.

'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.

Desolate, and Empty the Sea

"Fink wishes she could write poetry. But since she can't write real poetry, she writes stories pretending to be poems."


Primavera
Spring and lush
Feed the morning, flame the rush
Come and sun my morning eyes
Whisper petals, whisper lies
Primavera softly sighs

Winter's earth and wet and fresh
Primavera's sweetened breath
Pearls for eyes and lips of rose
Dance upon your nimble toes
Primavera after snow


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Do you see this guy? He is the Drag Queen of my dreams.

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He is the Asshole of my fantasies.

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Shoot me if you dare, honey. I'd rip my heart in two just to hear you breathe...

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My hero of the [Eternal] memory: Conor Oberst.

"Now I'm staring at my wrist hoping that the timing is right. When the planets will align.
There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun and those little,
painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless, black sky."

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I have a strange love/obsession with Kurt Cobain. He's a beautiful man, in life and death.

I swear I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun...

Possibly the most haunting lines I've ever heard, considering that they were a lie.

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The hero of my life: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.

""How lovely you are. So lovely in my straightjacket."

"Such amusing fiction, these stories they tell. It always comes to this. If they really had a desire to live, they would've been more aware of how easy it is to die, would've chosen their actions more wisely. In these moments, you can tell they're not regretting having hurt you. They regret doing it to your face."

"Excuse me, Mister Jimmy-person, you might want to leave now, as I find you company to be most repellant. Serves me right for being so damned social, I suppose..."

"Second - Just because we've similar interests does not guarentee you're going to like me! My foot in your ass is a good example of that."

"Wouldn't it be funny if I shoved a knife up through the matress. Hee."

"Dear, diary. I seem to be dead."

"Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death."

"SHUT UP!! You know me!! Remember?! I was walking downtown that night! You were with your friends at that vile little cafe! I passed by and you all laughed at me!! Yess?!! Yess!?! You must really know me if you can laugh at me!! Funny thing is, I've never met you before! Maybe you can let me in on what you thought was so funny!! Do you remember?! Huh?! Huh?! Or maybe "pretty" people like you and your high little friends don't remember people like me. The ones you make fun of for lack of anything better to do! My pain amuses you, doesn't it?" --Johnny C.

"Dear die-ary, there's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt. I can't say i'm very pleased with where my life is just now... but I can't help but look forward to where it's going." --Johnny C.





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Frankie is alone. So alone, that he invented a little game. It's called Be Invisible, the objection being that you become invisible to everyone. Even yourself.

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Mary Freakshow made these for me (and A-A-G). Isn't she spectacular?