Analog Sh!t: The Common Sense Hustle

Analogue Sh*t: The Common Sense Hustle

Friday, July 29, 2005

|wear your vagina, on your face|

all the warning signs of being a female.

one day it would be nice to live in a place where you were not stared at, or yelled across an anything to all on account of you owning a vagina.
also, it would be great to walk down the street without being on edge all of time
to the point where,
you plan out your plan of attack for every shady male that comes near you.
trust, this is not compulsion, but means of prevention.
i would rather not feel like the hunted in a hunt while just trying to walk to the store and buy a soda.
just a psa.

in otherer news, i'm in love.
not that this is new, but as a direct result of this act, (or state) i have developed things about myself i do not like. When i'm "in love", I am stupid. I say stupid things, I can't really think as clear as I had been thinking prior to me falling, because everything I think of becomes somehow saturated with thoughts of how what i'm thinking will affect the person (that shit is dumb yo) . I'm a love martyr; totally and willingly up for death of self, if it leads to the procreation of love.
Not blindly, and not for just anyone...but i'm serious.
the smashing pumpkins put it best "love is suicide".

The lines between lovers and friends have been marred. Between me and the lover/friend, between the rest of the world and who they're sleeping with.
When i'm in this haze of love, I really just yearn for how it was in the beginning
amaze me again, please; I'm at a point where I don't understand why I ever became this way.
Part of me wishes to just go back in the calender, and go back to the day in which this all became so real to me.
fall into a hole and dig yourself deeper.

today in target. i went and bought an umbrella.
i turned the corner and heard scuffles. i also heard a crowd forming...you ever hear a crowd form? it's like whispers of things that should or should not be said. you can even hear eyes fixating.
a huge guy was getting tackled by a even more huge security guard, a huge lesbian, and two tiny security guards.
he resisted arrest for 12 minutes before he eventually got peppersprayed.
he almost got away from it all, at which point i proceeded to take closer and closer baby steps approaching the doors.
it was terrible, like viewing some wild animal attempting to be broken in and tamed. he was fighting so hard to keep something that he was unsafe with having in the first place.

then, normal life resumed. i used my new black and white polka dotted umbrella. i yelled at some guy whom i felt had violated my vagina (that i was wearing on my face at that time, of course), and i plotted the attack of two shady men on the walk to the house. a guy turned around a oogled at me, he tripped into a rain puddle.
score one for the big vaginas.

-m.

and also, it's mike's birthday.
not with me.
that's all.
(dumb shit when you're in l**e)

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