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[23 Oct 2006|11:12pm]
Tucker DOESN'T have cancer!! YAY!!
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[19 Apr 2006|06:06am]
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[26 Jul 2005|09:39pm]
http://www.hempcar.org/
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[08 Jul 2005|12:14am]
Who's up for a game of monopoly? You, me, whoever else ... right now. My house, outside, I dont care.

I get to be the shoe.
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Something I'm Sure You All Are DYING to Hear About .... [21 Jun 2005|09:48pm]
My kitten just made thorough use of her litter box. I know this not because I saw her and praised hr for being such a big kitty and using the litter box - NO NO NO! I know this because I smelled it! Yuck.
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[04 Feb 2005|11:16pm]
*Nyquil*

cheap sedatives for the ignorant girl who can't take things.
it's ok. i'm ok. ok.
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[29 Jan 2005|11:26pm]
I took an air-rifle,
shot a magpie to the ground
and it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves
and no-one saw us but the trees.
Yeah, the trees,
those useless trees
produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees,
those useless trees;
they never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above
now swollen,
distorted,
unrecognisable;
like our love.
The smell of leaf mould
the sweetness of decay
are the incense at the funeral procession
here, today.
In the trees,
those useless trees
You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go
and tell it to the trees.
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everybody angst [27 Jan 2005|04:57pm]
frozen laffy taffy is good.

cherry laffy taffy, not my favorite, but tolerable.


sincerely,

i will kill you all.
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[12 Jan 2005|08:26pm]
Hilarious. Self indulgences. Sickening.
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[28 Dec 2004|02:57pm]
"Doctor, can I get some botox so I don't look surprised when Bush blows up the world?"
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banwp banwp banwp banwp banwp banwp [16 Dec 2004|09:30pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

the curtain's a sea anemone
in the way it sways
to the slow breeze
I lie spread out on the floor
looking at these things
and most of them are yours
and it's so nice
sitting very still
without those old shoes
I could never fill

starfish with its arms out in a daze
staring at the stars
through an ocean haze
was that one you wished upon
burned out like a lightbulb
when you turned me on

and it's so nice
sleeping here all alone
with my ashtray and
white courtesy telephone
now I'm making out the shapes
like the shower rod - can it take my weight?


I will tell you I am fine
I got some news, friend, feels like I'm dying


turtle on its back in the desert sea
and you look like a cool drink
just slightly out of reach
draw myself into the shell
waiting on a sign from god
or a nod from hell
and it's so nice
sitting very still
without those old shoes
I could never fill

now we're turning on the lights
it's the first day of my second life
take my name off of the lease
you can even keep the name

it never suited me

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[12 Dec 2004|10:11pm]
[ mood | tired ]

i made stew.

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an excerpt [08 Dec 2004|06:13pm]
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
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Who hates her boss? [07 Dec 2004|05:51pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

Kelly does!!

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[22 Nov 2004|11:22pm]
fancy yourself a genius
above basic human impulses
because you are
a genius
mastermind
you overthink
cant let it be
have to point out the lack
stab me in the back
sea of drones
i'm just another
a slave! a slave!

you rip at me
smile upon the carcass
grin and sneer
green black teeth
and
bleeding gums
you love the taste
the rotting flesh
you love yourself
love the deprave

all the same
i'll hate you til the grave
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[02 Nov 2004|06:25pm]
someone stole my fucking garbage can.

i hate the world.

damn it.

come back garbage can.
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A situation ... ammusing, yes: [26 Oct 2004|09:01pm]
Sally's boss: "One week until the big election!"

Sally: "Yeah, I'm nervous."

Boss: "Me too."

Sally: "If Bush wins, I'm fleeing to Canada."

**akward pause as Sally considers that she knows nothing about her boss' political status and may not want to get into politics in her second week on the job**

Boss: "No comment."


(Sally grins to herself, unable to surpress the ammusment of the situation)
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[12 Oct 2004|01:17pm]
[ mood | nauseated ]

 

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[12 Oct 2004|12:41pm]
PopTarts and fruit snacks on the counter.
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I'm sure no one other than myself really cares ... [09 Oct 2004|06:25am]
Tomorrow is David Lee Roth's birthday. He'll be fourty freaking nine. Happy birthday David.
2 hanging from a flowering tree| how nice it would be

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