I sat down and there were two Asian girls behind me.
Girl One: And they were making cheap food out of suicide victims but they ran out of them and had to kill people. And then, so, Soylent Green is People, that’s what they say.
Girl Two: OMG! Are you serious?
Girl One: You should see it.
Girl Two: You know what movie I love? I love the movie Life is Beautiful.
Girl One: Oh, yes. Well I’ve never seen it. What other movies do you like?
Girl Two: I really like The Transformers. And Little Miss Sunshine, but it has too much swearing.
Girl One: Oh. Do you like Schindler’s List?
february 8, 2008
i think the whole world smells like vagina today. i guess it must probably just be me. comment
february 7, 2008
rami and fran's response to being told to create tangents comment
february 4,2008
minds create patterns of atoms in dreams
that move through sequences
of nostalgia and desire. these sequences are possible in waking life, if
given enough time to randomly
generate comment
february 1, 2008
this is a video from this video series i was gonna do called '400
ways to read a poem.' but im not gonna do it anymore or it's gonna
take a few years or something becos my camera is bad. my mouth isnt
moving very much because i was trying to speak softly so no one would
hear me reciting my own
poetry in the bathroom cos that would be, like, embarrassing. comment
I bought some pills
morning after pills
to plant in my purse so that one day
they might spill out and someone might see them
and believe, however briefly, that I was having sex
or even had a boyfriend.
But the pills came in discreet little boxes
designed to prevent people like me
from carrying out such pathetic
acts of deception. comment
november 29, 2007
you started lov the relation ship like old friends in the middle, and explained left the explanation
for later using
“we need to talk” as a
pick up lines, and
having makeup sex on the first date. comment
november 27, 2007
I want you to think I’m a part of you somehow, or that we share
something no one else could possibly understand. I want this to
make you a little nervous. I want you to think I’m doing something
that no one else can do. I want you to think that no one else could do
what I do correctly. I
want you to spend your money on me. Not all of your money, and
not necessarily a large amount, but some sort of spending so I know I’m
worth something. Hopefully at least three dollars cos if you think about
it, what can
you get for less than three dollars? I want you to think about
me when I’m not around. I want you to think of me, in a non-sexual
way, when you’re in bed at night. I want you to cry and then realize
the absurdity in this emotional release. I want you to laugh
through tears and then realize the heartbreaking honesty audible in your
laughter.
I want your heart to break from seeing so much of yourself in
me, and to break again when you realize I know more about you than you
do. I
want your heart to be so broken that all you can do is pathetically
alter yourself in response to my more accurate vision of you and, with
unobstructed
spirit and determination, love me. I want this love for me to
be your only talent, and I want you to eventually realize that it isn’t
even adequate, and that I really deserve better. comment
november 12, 2007
I’m, like, over being over Matthew Broderick. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is
way better than Godzilla. Someone should’ve reminded me. comment
october 24, 2007
Dear Jerkethics users,
Due to high traffic, and Chelsea Martin's hormone fluctuations, we've decided to change the experimentals section yet again. You can no longer come here for recipes for chocolate vodka cheese balls, troubling photos of the earth from a distance, or bootleg samurai lessons. More updates as I get them. Love, Angelbaby_2002 comment
october 12, 2007 Chelsea Martin’s babysitter died so she had to get a summer job to help support her younger siblings while her mom was in Australia, and she picked writing fiction and it landed her a totally hot boyfriend who didn’t understand the complexities of her personality, but he ended up giving her free fast food. comment
october 11, 2007 Some funny outfit that fits over the vagina and baby’s face comes through it. comment
