nebel

I've lost my voice.

It was funny yesterday, because I had just started to loose it while I was at work.

It was this sultry sexxy crackling voice, that asked you if you wanted cole slaw, pasta salad, or fruit.

Now it's just gone, and all I can do is whisper.

so I've been watching elvis and lon chaney films, and reading my old journals.....from the 13/14 year old era.

I will share one entry a day! lucky yous!@~!

here is todays:

" The gaudy melodrama portrayed on that flashing flickering box you call a t.v. sublinaly lies to you day after day. When you tell me you love me and those neon tears run down your channel 2 face...are those tears really reruns from last weeks episode of buffy?
You change the channel to some comedy you saw two days ago. You tell me it's new, and laugh to hide the pain of two day old depression.
I turn it off and realize I'm afraid of the silence and that your reflection is as fake as your personality.
And now I know, that I am you,
and you are just static."

august 1997



ha!