those dark secrets
that seep out of the cracks
and turn your thoughts black
with the decay of a lifetime.
March 30, 2015
February 28, 2015
on censorship in the doll community
i just said this to some friends regarding censorship in the doll community and think that it's pretty good words to describe the general censorship in the doll community:
you do realize that we are talking about the same place where people were allowed to go on a witch hunt over the film noir lawrence doll? the same group that, if you go against the flow, nine times out of ten you will be held down to drown? remember: 13+ forum (of repression), unless it is yaoi or some glorified "sexy" fantasy that the dowdy housewives will bite a finger and grip their pearls over in blind belief that it is romantic.
you do realize that we are talking about the same place where people were allowed to go on a witch hunt over the film noir lawrence doll? the same group that, if you go against the flow, nine times out of ten you will be held down to drown? remember: 13+ forum (of repression), unless it is yaoi or some glorified "sexy" fantasy that the dowdy housewives will bite a finger and grip their pearls over in blind belief that it is romantic.
January 31, 2015
2015 so far...
well...at least it isn't totally crap. lots of work stuff. not enough energy/motivation to do stuff for/with dolls. meh.
December 31, 2014
November 28, 2014
orange juice
it was orange juice, right? i asked as i came out of the doors behind him.
he straightened and looked at me in surprise. yes.
here! i smiled bigger and handed him the carton.
thank you! he said as i opened my umbrella and headed back into the storm.
--
could you buy me some orange juice? he asked as i rushed up to the grocery doors, closing my umbrella and moving quickly out of the downpour.
no, no i'm sorry, i responded. sorry.
he returned to his position, leaning against the wall, looking out at the rain, prepared to ask again when another person came along.
his request was so specific, so odd a thing to ask for - not change, not a sandwich, not some food in general. before i had even gone a few steps into the store i had decided. i was only going in for milk and the orange juice was right across from it, it wasn't that much money or even an inconvenience.
did he want one with or without pulp? would it matter?
i stared at the orange juice for a few moments, and grabbed one that was more substance than filler and gimmicks
this is a truth.
he straightened and looked at me in surprise. yes.
here! i smiled bigger and handed him the carton.
thank you! he said as i opened my umbrella and headed back into the storm.
--
could you buy me some orange juice? he asked as i rushed up to the grocery doors, closing my umbrella and moving quickly out of the downpour.
no, no i'm sorry, i responded. sorry.
he returned to his position, leaning against the wall, looking out at the rain, prepared to ask again when another person came along.
his request was so specific, so odd a thing to ask for - not change, not a sandwich, not some food in general. before i had even gone a few steps into the store i had decided. i was only going in for milk and the orange juice was right across from it, it wasn't that much money or even an inconvenience.
did he want one with or without pulp? would it matter?
i stared at the orange juice for a few moments, and grabbed one that was more substance than filler and gimmicks
this is a truth.
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