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Cast the die. [Mar. 13th, 2009|09:28 pm]
kristina with a k...kthx
Candy stripe a cancer ward.

Who's up for a real Fightclub?
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Broken. [Sep. 16th, 2008|07:08 pm]
kristina with a k...kthx
First, please, keep this a secret. I am confiding in you. For some unknown reason, I must explain myself to something. I choose this. About two years ago I sank into love. He dumped me. And I was beside myself on what to do. I attempted to keep unexposed, and safe. And, one horrendous and beautiful night I went to Art After Dark on the first Friday of the month of March. I wrote my name, and phone number on a guest list. I walked around alone, went home. Two days later I got a phone call, the voice on the other side of the receiver came from a man named...well, it's a secret, and at the time he wouldn’t tell me his name, and so I called him Henry. He desired to state that I was one of the most stunning people he has ever observed and that my presence was potent. I thought it a joke. A good jolly. I was dazed, intrigued and simply flattered that he was serious. We played this game of hearts for months. Only recently did I find out he was soon to be wed. He used me. He got what he wanted and ran for the altar with another woman. Funny. I don’t know who to tell. Or what to do. I am feeble. I feel broken, dull. My luster lost to the lure of a lie. It cracks my spine, I am lame, stuck in a mire, my legs can’t take me on. How can I endure this? I was already a mess. Now, I’m up in smoke. I avoid the places I know he’s been. The gallery. The coffee houses we’d sit at and draw. The trees we’d sit under. I no longer wear his pin. How can I be so stupid? How could he pierce right through me. So sharp, so cunning. What guile! I’m sorry for telling you this, I just need to tell someone. It’s best. The worst part about this is, well, I want him. Still. Cheating and all. How can he hurt so many people? How? Doesn’t she smell the scent of my perfume that tarries? Can’t she see the faint red of very expensive lipstick on his neck? Why are women such fools!? Idle girls, with idle thoughts. My heart is swollen, my mind is desolate. Oh, how can this be? How can humans take the constant beat down of one another? My eyes are afraid of closing. All I see is them touching. Him, happy! This affair, makes him and I both at fault! I didn’t know, till it was too late to stop and think. So many days, months of adultery. I’m afraid of my sin. I should of known better. Stupidity is the mark for an imbecile. I have encased myself in rules and regulations for a reason, and He comes along and breaks them down with petty words of false hope and titillating suggestions that made my face scream the red of a scarlet letter! I feel like hiding, moving. Such a sick deception. I feel weak, bare, helpless. I am merely twenty! My birthday was in July, I am too young to know what I know, and to old to not know better. My years act as strings that everyone gets to pull! I am tearing, ripping, I’ve cried in my sleep. Only to wake, and lament his voice. The worst thing really is this, get this, he took his Mrs. to the Kahlo exhibit! This made my sanity cleave! How dare he! That was ours! Not his and hers! Nope. He was never a lover of Frida! Not till I harped on it for months! He shared a part of my soul with someone else. Careless. I was a child of glass, so many shards represent me now. He is a narcist, a womanizer, I adored his confidence. His coaxing lexicon tongue. How I wish I could catch the words I’ve spoken to him. Grind them up, and shove them down his throat as ‘I hate you.’ Ouch. He has helped reconstruct the pretty prison I’ve encased myself in. I feel wronged, over dramatic, melancholic, disorientated, and hideous. What can I do but embrace the pain, and try to learn? Why can’t I wallow in it more? The pain is mine, he is not. He gave me gifts of used needles, nightmares, and swarthy shadows that will embody no trust. I am havoc, chaos, depressed, and my hair looks like a rats nest. I’ve walked around for two days with my headphones blaring the same song, and I can feel my expression, such a distortion, I’m in fear of never grinning again. People look at me, and I know they can feel my madness radiating off. The girl with spiders, centipedes and mosquitos in her head. I love to easily, does that make me easy? No. Just sad. Love is a big idea, and this world is made up of such little things. This is dismaying. I can't handle my face. That girl. Me. Silly, giddy, I love my shoes, and strangers, Kristina, is not in the mirror. Where did she go? Did I stuff her six feet under too? I need to get a shovel, and find my headstone. My body is craving nostalgia.

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Writer's Block: Stolen Goods [Mar. 24th, 2008|01:11 pm]
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What is the most valuable thing you've ever had stolen from you?

My virginity...
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Shall we respire? [Jun. 3rd, 2007|01:51 pm]
kristina with a k...kthx

Can we endure it? Can we sustain ours selfs? Just a little longer. Till I make a move, till I determine what has unfolded? I'm not sure if anything has developed; I'm just reading into things that don't need to be thought about. My rationalizing is not to sane or logical at the moment. Sorry dears but I'm rather indecisive. I wonder if I'll ever get married, probably not. I'm a fastidious sort of gal....

"Sometimes I can't catch me breath, I just hold it..."


jordan dear, i miss your teeth. i know they miss "my shows" blue snowcones.
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hello dears... [Jun. 1st, 2007|01:52 pm]
kristina with a k...kthx
if i were made of metal...would this hurt the way it hurts? or would it rust over and harden the circuits that program me to feel.

an artificial understanding, overprocessed by television, it's unavoidable. we're a generation of electronic devices. we go with the flow of wavelengths not seen by the human eye, we hear the hum of grey static, we panic if all goes dark. we resort to using simple words, and create an urban dictionary of unnecessary slang.

i know i'm silly, and i know i'm young...
tell me darling, tell me now. will this work?

please excuse me for thinking, i'm just an idle girl.
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(no subject) [Nov. 6th, 2006|04:57 pm]
kristina with a k...kthx
so...i have a lover, his name is kirk, he's nifty.

he's an asain mut too...only he's all asian.

he lives in Irvine...

we met while i was visiting UCI...

and he's going to visit me soon.

it's funny...

sort of,

but i think i'm happy.
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hello children. [Oct. 17th, 2006|04:50 pm]
kristina with a k...kthx
it's been forever, i'm never on this silly thing anymore...livejournal brings back odd times...most were a bunch of crap...but i did meet some nifty people...*waves at the nifty people*

hey MARSH!!! happy birthday.
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(no subject) [Jun. 29th, 2006|03:21 pm]
kristina with a k...kthx
soooooooooo...it's been forever since i've looked at this thing...my poor lj, oh well.

so hello my lj friends...long time no see.
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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2006|11:07 am]
kristina with a k...kthx
"this kind of love
is killing my belief
if you're not in love
baby, you're a thief

its such a shame
such a pretty thing
can fade away
i ask you what you want
but you never know
what to say"


i can be pierced with a single kiss.
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(no subject) [Mar. 10th, 2006|09:19 pm]
kristina with a k...kthx
hello friends.

i am well.

i hope you're all swell too.

life is peachy.

or what ever.

that's all.

i hope you all have fun decaying.
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