A verse that I didn't want to learn

You can store these in an airtight container for about 100 years.

I was sitting in the wicker chair like I do every day not getting paid for market banter. I sat there in my free dress and it was itchy like those mosquito bites that leave indellible marks, and I realised that I had never done anything nice for anyone in my whole life.

I want to know the words to that Emmy the Great song and sing it so people think that I wrote the words. I would have written them if Emmy the Great hadn't written them before me but everyone knows that I am Emmy the Great anyway. I remember you like a verse that I didn't want to learn, I just looked into your eyes and I knew ya. A broken hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. And the sky was so much bluer. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. And the world was so much newer.

The original Leonard Cohen version.

I love spite.

I love spite and I hate the way things happen and the way things have to happen. There's a difference.

I saw Heath Ledger last night and his mafia smile. I wish I had a mafia smile, a busted tooth and a plath. Take away the Lindars Hammond and grant my wish 100-year-old fish. I nearly threw 5 grotsky into the pond in the Slovenian caves. Postojna James. Postcard I never sent and never put in a bin. Aaaargh.

La la la I will have you yet, I will carry you there if I have to.

Her left hand shook almost unnoticeably

Christine Chubbuck flicked her long dark hair back away from her face, swallowed, twitched her lips only slightly and reached with her left hand to turn the next page of her script. Looking down on the anchor desk she began to read: “In keeping with Channel 40’s policy of bringing you the latest in”—she looked up from the script, directly into the camera and smiled a tentative smile. Her voice took on a sarcastic tone as she emphasized “blood and guts… and in living color.” She looked back down at her script, her left hand shook almost unnoticeably.

Her right arm stiffened. “We bring you another first.” Her voice was steady. She looked up again into the camera. Her eyes were dark, direct and challenging. “An attempted suicide.” Her right hand came up from under the anchor desk. In it was a .38 caliber revolver. She pointed it at the lower back of her head and pulled the trigger. A loud crack was heard. A puff of smoke blew out from the gun and her hair flew up around her face as though a sudden gust of wind had caught it. Her face took on a fierce, contorted look, her mouth wrenched downward, her head shook. Then her body fell forward with a resounding thud against the anchor desk and slowly slipped out of sight.

Mira que si te quise, fué por el pelo, Ahora que estás pelona, ya no te quiero

Something to hold on to

I have learned to smoke because I need something to hold on to. I dare not be without a cigarette in my hand. If I should be looking the other way when the hour of doom is struck, how can I avoid being turned into stone unless I can remember something to do which will lead me back to the simplicity and safety of daily living?

good weather for girls names

hello smoke numbers. today is a rachel day because it is the first day of writing.

rachel is me. . i like songs and other good things. here is a song for rachels

http://www.blogger.com/
">Marissa Nadler - Rachel

my friend is called Leonie but i don't really like goodbooks but i do like crystal castles A LOT.

Goodbooks - Leni (Crystal Castles remix)

one of my favourite songs . she wrote it for her sister. if you are called emily

http://www.blogger.com/">Joanna Newsom - Emily

there will be more songs. for now. HAPPY NEW YEAR

Rachel

C'est moi