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(yay, ingenuity.) drove the crippled thing back home at 40 miles an hour.. the joy.. waaa. i don't know, i don't know what's going on. you should ignore the poem/prose/freeform nonsense/shit that's after this, because i wrote it when i was (naturally) drunk, and in a state of emotional disrepair (read: normality.) i know you have your whole relationship thing, i'm not going to touch that (as if i could, anyway). "kept out of sight, where i belong" why'd i give you my phone number when i was completely sober? i don't really know - maybe i was feeling important and unstopable that night, who knows? maybe i was trying to pick you up - imagine that. honestly, all i know is that i was standing in the middle of the floor, staring up at the stage, and you and your friend pushed by me, heading towards the back. i looked down to see what the jostling was, and i saw you staring up into my eyes. there was just something about it, i don't know - i don't know - i just knew i wanted to meet you. maybe it was those eyes, maybe they tell stories.. listen to me go - whooo, boy. i'm freezing to death at the store. the car's outside waiting for it to be monday. it's a real mess, but not as bad as my other car. this one can almost be driveable, with minor repairs. not bad for $450, i guess. i hate my fucking job - i want out of here, i want out of here, i want out of here. i just realized this the other day, how i loathe most everyone i work with.. i'm more than willing to steal from the store, something i'd never even think of before. i just don't care.. read this quote the other day. something like, "life is agony for those who allow themselves to feel." i don't know why i'm telling you that, but i am. so there. here, try this one instead: "it's so hard to find work; all i can do is mope the floors and depress the buttons." so, it's not "mister log's sex hat," but it should still be good for a laugh. oh, and if you don't have a mister log? then i guess it's a "mister twig".. i don't know, i just relay this shit to you. i've found lots of pretty digitized pictures to use as background. how nice. being i've run out of things to say (and mainly because i found a pretty black box), i've started throwing stupid little trinkets together to give to you. they're useless things, mind you. of course, i guess you know all about this by now, seeing as how i'm going to put this letter in the pretty little black box with the trinkets. anyway - some of them have a little hidden symbolism, most of them don't. it's probably not too hard to figure out. little black heart.. i mean, we're not little children, are we? no.. /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// ok - i'm at work and i'm incredibly bored (and cold). so i'm going to catalog all these wonderful gifts and their origins and everything. it'll be just like a history lesson. oooh! -> siouxsie and the banshees new album review nothing important here, just found it in the back of "spin" and thought it was funny. -> "jesus loves you" yo-yo half tripped over it two years ago while walking along the side of the road. sat in my drawer for the entire time i've owned it. still haven't put a string on it. -> worry bag (little grey pouch with the string) something my mother picked up in virginia, i think. if you open it, it's got little people in it. you're supposed to take all the people out, and give them each one of your worries. then you're supposed to put the bag under your pillow and go to sleep. -> "i'm so miserable since you've gone.." ad found it in "spin", too. reminds me of jill. a lot. maybe i should keep it for myself. -> kid with man head flyer i get this shit all the time. i don't know why. they're a shitty little pearl jam wanna-be band. cute little story, tho. -> picture of the meat isle at grand union i used to go out to supermarkets at those "ungodly" hours and take photos. i don't know why, but it was something to do. i've grown out of it. -> picture with a lot of white at the top that's me. the whiteness is my crisp white t-shirt. the blueness underneath it is - you guessed it - my gap jeans. and then there's my feet.. muahahaha.. this is an old photo, when i wasn't fat and dark-haired. -> "the video dugout" laminated business card when i was a sophomore, a college girl came in and taught our english class for a few months. she's the only person in my entire school who could comprehend what i was about. we sat and had long talks, she made me realize i wasn't the only miserable freak in the world. -> allstate insurance card self-explanatory..? -> "hello - my name is" sticker i stole this out of the supply room when i was in eighth grade, but i never used it. i never used any of them. god knows why i took them in the first place. -> one official "gap" extra button just in case.. you know.. -> shoprite i.d. badge my first "real" job, which was forced upon me after i received a hefty nine hundred dollar fine for my first "real" crime. -> peppermint of dubious origin it's been on my dresser for months. i'm tired of looking at it. -> two ticket stubs found them in the pocket of my tailcoat after i bought it. i didn't realize the coat was so old. -> "i'm with stupid" button no emotional attachment that i can think of. -> assorted black plastic critters more things i'm tired of looking at. -> little electronic thing-a-ma-jig well, ok. go to radio shack and buy a "pocket tone dialer". business types use them to store their phone numbers. take it apart, and unsolder the similar looking electronic thing-a-ma-jig inside, and replace it with this one. turn it on. press the "*" key five times. ever put a quarter in the telephone and listen? sounds *amazingly* similar. so similar, in fact, that i don't pay for many telephone calls.. -> orange squiggly worm i went on "vacation" on long beach island a few summers ago, with my (then) girlfriend beth. we won this (wow!) at some arcade. -> three fingernails (do not eat) homegrown. pasteurized. homogenized. -> "i just can't get enough" button sounds nice - i'd never wear it. -> brass colored token with the "t" on it from the "t" (subway) in boston. i ventured up there about three years ago (?) to meet a girl i had been writing to for a year or so. melysa. she promptly moved to oregon and went to reed college, i never heard from her again. jill reminded me of her when i first met jill, maybe i should've.. well, whatever. -> three negatives look closely. you'll see.. "olga's diner".. a water tower with a smiley face on it.. a little monkey holding up a big sign.. -> piece of paper that says "detach" stub from a money order. i forgot what i was paying for. i hate banks, so use lots of money orders. -> little plastic gun let it litter your drawers, i'm sick of it. -> soda can ring rule number 1: always keep atleast one "free fuck" on hand. -> little black heart no explanation needed. -> ticket stub to some movie i bet you just don't see enough of these as it is. -> big red "die" sticker i like it. you should like it, too. -> drug mart $23 for a little tube of fucking white cream! what a sham. what a ripoff. -> weird looking thing with a ring on the end this is from my first relationship fuck-up. after awhile, the girl said i'd "won the key to her heart". she had this little heart pendant she always wore. anyway - she gave me this little skeleton key (real cheap jewelry) on a necklace, and i was supposed to wear it. well, i broke the fucking thing in two. not once, but twice. i love my luck. bleh. i feel like shit. i'm still at work. i got miserable as soon as jill came in - i don't know why. i was in a pretty good mood. i've met some girl named "nancy" (yow, my mother's name) and i'm going to end up breaking her heart. she's very sweet, very innocent. i'm going to hurt her, but i'm probably not going to be big enough to do anything to prevent it. it's nice that i met her, though. she's refreshing. very.. real, i guess. she's not a fashion slave, not some sort of.. let's put it this way: she's the opposite of brittany. seventeen, though. really scary. i feel like a dirty old man. maybe i should duck out of existence for awhile longer. this letter probably seems rehashed. i didn't plan on talking to you on the phone. i went off and told you all about the dead car (my one big story) and flattened the letter. sob, sob. i haven't read your book. i will, though, i promise. i keep my promises. i hate my job, i hate the people i work with. i think i'm going to apply at some cheesy mailorder computer warehouse down the street. they're open twenty-four hours a day, maybe i can find a home in the darkness. if i can get $7 an hour, i 'll do any sick perverted thing you can think of. i'd be more than happy irradiating myself in the darkness while assembling computers i can't afford. la, la, la. maybe i should close my eyes fall in love with this girl nancy maybe maybe i should just close my eyes forever la, la, la. maybe i'll call you tonight. i'm lonely as hell. /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// going crazy at work again.. i can't stand this place. i'm really fed up with all of it.. the tedium, working with you know who.. waa. atleast siouxsie is tomorrow.. we (nancy, her friend liz & i) will probably end up going to either the bank or the batcave after the show.. that should be refreshing. i've been trying to put an end to going out so often. (partly because of tom's childishness, partly because i know if i go out i'll end up meeting other people and.. well, i don't really want to meet anyone else right now..) so, anyway, it should cap it off pretty well. one last "hoorah" for a while. somebody's listening to "it'll end in tears" and it's putting me to sleep. got another insurance bill today. yay. still owe citibank $1200.. my teeth hurt. they've hurt since the night before last. varying degrees of agony, but they hurt all the same. very troubling. very annoying. hand's doing well, but all the dead skin peeling off makes me think that maybe, just maybe, my body is rejecting it. maybe it's flaking off all the layers between the surface and the ring. who knows? i can't really tell that it's moved any, and it seems fairly well healed (it's been three and a half weeks). no pain, no swelling.. just the regular ooze and the dead skin. mmmm. i'll go see the piercer on saturday, probably. nancy & i are going to make an effort to go find "domsey's warehouse" in new york. lots of thrifty used clothing, supposedly. we'll see, we'll see. i should go out for food. i should get out of this fucking 3000 square foot coffin for a little while. teli got laid. yay teli. you don't know who he is, but that's alright. he's 20, and deathly afraid of disease. he never even masturbated until he was 19. well, anyway, he met his woman. "woman," because she's 30, divorced, and has two ten year old children.. go teli, go studboy. he met her at the limelight a few weeks ago. she doesn't speak english, so he got to flex his spanish skills. when asked for his opinions of the experience, he said, "i put it in and thought, 'hey, i like this.'" ::sigh:: i haven't written shit, i haven't done shit. i'm "marking time." ..k-k-k-ken, coming to k-k-k-kill me.. well, this has been another half-stab at a real letter. sorry. i'll include moderatly interesting filler to try and make up for it. /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// you don't exist in this house this stroboscopic disillusion stumbling towards emptiness towards the daylight don't lie to me don't play these games big emotions (fear) big thoughts (self-destruct) can't quite understand what you're saying swaying to and fro swaying in and out of conciousness don't leave me here in this corrosive element whenever you're ready just take me away /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// grim embers uncontained souls on fire in the dark kiss your crown kiss your glory master slave no good deeds done today love saunters off in bitterness oh it's you again don't cheat me this time give me all of it all of it now depression isolation love loss give me the desolation you know how it drives me pushes forgotten limits reality of excess disjointed smile beauty snarls /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// hey hey you can you hear me over there in all that tainted happiness intoxication taking control taking away already fleeting memories time space reality tick tick tick red alcohol and bliss take it away baby soft skin delicate fragile i'll rape you and all you know splinter it take it all apart my breath is poison kiss me fuck me let me give you my disease /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// lost night lost it in the alcohol the numbness the bzzzzzzzz they're finally playing my song so late so dark so what "i need a drink i need a drink now i need to feed these sinking dreams" it's too bad we can't cooperate participate in unison in the pursuit of bliss my soul got lost lost in the departure lost in the disentigration strobes against the touch flashing skin coldness lack of words lack of thoughts and feelings crept away into something something i can't comprehend not anymore no reasoning no more salvation lives in a five dollar glass plus tip plus tip, baby refridgerated landscapes my silent vigil over nothing frozen waste close it all down turn the key stale ashes can you feel it? can you feel it yet? that's my heart darling caving in on itself /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// saw me saw me, did you? wonder just what you saw what registered in those eyes beautiful? beautiful.. mmmmm what a charmer what a sweetheart you just wait, dear you just wait i'm no beauty i'm just waste rotten rotten waste not anything anything you'd want to look at by the way by the way i'm very happy what do you mean you can't tell? /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// try and be sensible in the dark flesh legs and other things look look but don't touch rotten emotions plastic surroundings make me feel make me feel again surprised i haven't wretched heaved up those feelings of despair of anger of intolerance dance for me twist and writhe beneath the lights and my weighted stares eat you alive, baby eat you alive /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// here i am again not particularly drunk or unhappy listening to things life shifts around me /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// she makes me so so fucking sick don't know why something about her laughing her mocking her fucking orange hair - - just go away baby just go away from me /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// nothing to say just soap opera lifestyles just nothing quoth the raven, "you need some melanin, man you paler than a motherfuck." i love my job. i love my job. i love my job. /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// i'm at work on a monday. mondays are supposed to be my days off. i'm here anyway. the boss just bought a new house, and he's shuffled the regular guy off to rip up the deck on the house. thus, i get to work. nancy and i are happy, most of the time. she's suicidal. really, she's got scars all over her arms - - what a gal. anyway, she understands me to some degree, so i can't complain about anything. jill bothers me. jill's very fucking existence bothers me. i love her (in a now friendly.. or maybe fatherly way) but at the same time i hate her, hate every bit of her. needless to say, i'm on the lookout for a new and exciting career opportunity. nancy and i seem to go "clubbing" together now, or atleast most nights, so nothing productive ever gets written when i'm out. she really does make me happy, but i'm sure that will fade soon enough. doesn't everything? mmm. nothing much to say, really. just got your letter. you seem as bored as i am. i ran over a guy on a motorcycle. dumb fucker. he deserved it. twisted his bike all to pieces. he should look for oncoming traffic before he decides to zoom out of the gas station.. so i get twenty eight pieces of mail a day, most all of them from the insurance companies.. jill's hair is.. well, it reminds me of the color your anus becomes when it gets very inflamed.. it appalls me to look at her. we (nancy & i) are off to boston this weekend. i'm going to be very arrogant at manray and see if i can get hit on. fun, fun, fun. more than likely, we'll just lay around some hotel room for three days and have lots of sex. tell me - tell me, why is it that the girls i get involved with, they can't have orgasms? eh? why..? and they're all italians, too. why is that, eh? nancy's previous boyfriend was a guy named tom. tom didn't take the whole "breaking up" process too well. he goes out all the time, too, so we get this great little bit of nastiness most nights. here's a fun story, though. tom feels that i "stole" nancy away from him. that's fine and good. so, tom gets a whammy. it's been about a month or so now, and he's starting to get ahold of himself again. he met some girl named "kate" at the bank a week or so ago, and was supposed to meet her there this past friday. i went out friday, wearing my $150 black corset. wheeeeee. anyway, kate (who i didn't know anything about at the time) kept staring at me. tom and i talked later, he explained how he didn't hate me personally, just that.. well, this part is obvious. generic soap opera drivel. anyhow.. kate sees us talking, and she's all over tom, grilling him for information about *me*. "he's so beautiful.." she swooned. so, tom gets the double-whammy from me. i feel bad for him, really. he's a sweet guy. he's a pussywhipped asskisser, but he's still a sweet guy. blah, blah, blah. it doesn't rain, it pours. i've got jill, nancy, kate, some girl i met friday named laura, another laura from around my general area, yvonne, beth.. i feel like i should be issuing numbers. who cares. i don't want any of them. fuck them. i'm happy with nancy, we'll see how things go. la, la, la. i'm bored and i hate my job. hey, let's have sex. whatever. justin. /////////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////////////// so, you like letters, eh? here's the story: friday night, nancy & i drove to boston. however, we missed a crucial turn, and ended up driving to within 75 miles of montreal before we realized our error. fun, fun, fun. it took us a total of about 7 1/2 hours to get to boston, finally. we got all decked out and went to manray, only to discover that it was one of those alternating "21 and over" fridays. we went to burger king and sulked. we went back to the motel and fucked. etc.. saturday morning, we got up and ventured into the city for amusement. we found little. the people were all so damned nice.. it made us both uncomfortable. together, we're about as cynical and sarcastic as it's possible to be, and all that damned nicety.. it was just too much. we went back to the motel, fucked, went back to sleep. late that evening, we got up and tried for manray again, even though it was the "retro 80's dance party". we looked like hell. and the club sucked. we went back to the motel.. sunday we drove back to her house in ridgewood, to discover my car had a flat tire. still, seeking fun, we drove into the city and got my right hand pierced at andromeda. ouch! - but i'm enjoying my new toy. "nevermind the tire," we thought, "we'll deal with that later." we drove back to my house, snuggled, slept.. monday afternoon we trekked out to sizzler for that snazzy salad bar. between trips to the jello bowl, we tried to think of something to do. we ended up driving to philadelphia, being utterly bored and tired, and promptly driving back to my house.. at about 5am on tuesday morning, we got up and drove back to her house. she attended school, while i loafed around with one useless limb. i ended up changing my tire with my one good hand, going to barnes & noble for a few hours.. she came back from school, more snuggling, some sticky candy.. i left, drove home, went back to sleep. i don't remember wednesday, even though that was yesterday..? today's thursday, and i'm at work again. my hand is working much better, even though it still doesn't bend all the ways it once did. oh, i remember wednesday.. that was the day when i had to go down to the police station for questioning. it seems two houses in my general area had been burglarized, and some women's clothing was taken. well - i was recently stopped in north jersey by a nice officer, while i was coming home from the bank. i was terribly uncomfortable, and i had stripped my skirt and corset off and thrown them in the seat beside me. the officer (a real straight-laced, apple pie kind of joe) tried to think up different ways to ask me if i had been doing any narcotics recently.. anyway, because there were some women's clothes in the car, and because i live so close to the victim's houses.. you get the picture. so, anyway, i had to creep down to the police department, armed with 'ghastly' and 'propaganda' backissues to support my lifestyle.. fun, fun, fun. nothing else has been happening. really - honest. this is a little bit of the "telephone" game, but.. tom told nancy, and nancy told me.. that tom felt christine (i guess that was her name?) and you were both hitting on him. i told her that i doubted you'd be doing that sort of thing, but anyway.. my life is one big soap opera lately. waaaa. i'm at work and jill's playing "screamin' jay hawkins". make it stop, make it stop. i owe everyone in the world money, because i've been going nuts lately. $1100 on the credit card, $13 parking ticket, $70 on the "tab" at work, $120 for the car insurance, $20 for the phone.. and get this.. $140 and two warrants for my arrest because i neglected to pay two tickets. 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