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9/29/2000 hmmmm... not much to report. Reading old books... just read Burning Chrome for the first time. Sad and beautiful. I didn't think science fiction could be either. I guess I'm moving away from the Bronte's. And met up with an old ICQer haven't talked to since June. Nate's his name. I can't believe I've been on ICQ since february. SS 9/27/2000 Wow.... Vamp du Nuit! I can actually put my left foot behind my head. Am I flexibly dead or what? No rigor mortis for this chick. Poetry night! Rock Blood Ochre 9/26/2000 Well, well, well. I stuck my foot in my mouth on one of the lists I've been haunting. I think I'll just keep quite. NOT. But I'll try politeness. That aside, theharrow is having a halloween writing contest. My web whipping boy and sometime co-writer, Spazzmodius, told me about it, and is encouraging me to send something. You? 9/24/2000 I am helping out the dear Pazuzu, but launching her on the net via iKnowMyFerret. Look out for Emma's (my webstress) iknowmyferret.com site,coming soon. SS 9/23/2000 I'm only 5.1 I got a pain in my heart All night I am Vamping in the bloodsloaked dark. With a fist full of flesh and brains of some bloke. Wish I could go home, with all the human folk. I'm only 5.1 I'm only 5.1 I'm only 5.1 I won't grow any more!!! (Sorry, Iggy Pop. I couldn't resist. The bad poetry bug got me.) 9/22/2000 Poetry. All night. All the time. Resurrecting the Garden 9/21/2000 I met a god tonight. Mr White, on Napster had a song I covetted really bad. I couldn't download, I cried and groaned. I napsterated him and oft bemoaned. He took pity on me, the gentle soul, and emailed me the song, my goal. I sing his praise for many days. For now I have SUICIDE: Ghost Rider Motorcycle Hero!
Grow up kids... real vampires don't ask for permission... only forgiveness. Oh, I joined some vampire discussion lists. I want to see how the other half live... ie. the ones with day jobs ;-) 9/19/2000 I just can't give being dead the respect it deserves. ---- I wrote some poems. this one about the floods in Marseilles today. Marseilles rains down my face Found a new friend and many friendly spaces. Fawnshave is a worthy naive. One who can talk on ICQ Without words but one, or few. SS [I feel like shit, but I'm a poetic git.] 9/18/2000 Oh, ya. Esme has been helping me get the word out. She seems to be way better at the internet than I am. And she's added 3 banner things at the bottom. If you come in from a b anner, let us know. SS 9/17/2000 I am almost back to my old dead self. Dr. X says he will come back next week from Rome, with a report. And that I will not cease to be because of his ministrations, regardless of his prognostication. But he gave me a bill of existence. IN his works, "Because your heart is beating, and you aspirate (breath) you at least have the appearance of being alive. No matter what anyone says. If your cells are carrying on some metabolic processes you ARE alive as far as I'm concerned. We will have to see about the rest of your stories, dear girl. But I think that aside from the sentitivity to light, they all in your head." Some consolation. Here I am sipping distilled water from a medical container, with a mad itch in my soul for some blood, and he's telling me it is psychosomatic? PShaw. 9/16/2000 I am sick as a brick. Actually. I am flat on my back. You'd think that being dead would save you from these indignities. No. And Esme is typing. Doctor claims that I reacted badly to something they gave me, but he would not say what it was. I think it was asprine or something. He said my blood was too thick. Right. That's it. I'm too tired to talk. But as soon as I can. I'm getting out of here for a while. I feel more than dead. I feel 6 feet under. Sarah 9/15/2000 The doctor who came up from Italy gave Sarah some tests and something. I don't know. But she sleeps all the time. And when she awakes, she is just in bed. Doctor says this is fine. But Sarah worries about her friends on computer. I said I would say hello. Esme 9/12/2000 Sarah left a note on the kitchen table. It says, "I forgot to update the journal. Can you do it?". Sarahs is lazy. 9/10/2000
Last night was so nice. Stars and cloud in outrageous proportions. Must be the fall cleaning away some of the moisture and giving us back the heavens. Aya and Esme came with me, and we curled up on a blanket out behind the house and watched the stars until Aya fell asleep. Tonight I think I'll run amok myself. It is so much cooler up in the hills, and I think it is time for a big of night scrambling among the bramble. If I can avoid stepping on the snakes or the scorpions. But as it is cooler, I bet they're all hiding. Gnight! My ICQ comeback: You have no name. You have no city. You have no age or country. You are no body. Why would I talk to nobody? SS 9/9/2000 Ok. That was wonderful. A nice cry fest, after I got over the scary bits. I'm talking about Willis the Bruce in "The Sixth Sense." Call me pedestrian. Call me weepy. But that movie stood me on my head. I want to see it again. Wanna know what it's about? Got a house guest tonight. A Japanese tourist named Aya, if I spelled it right. Esme saw her today looking lost. I've never met one of the famed Japanese tourists up close and interactive. Very interesting person. Much more dynamic than I ever would have been. Nice nite for me. I think I'll meditate on the stars out in the fields behind the house. Maybe I can coax Aya and Esme out with me. SS 9/8/2000 My good and wonderful friend got voodooed: pinstruck - digital voodoo I'm ready to chew someone's butt off. No one gets voodooed unless Sarah says so. Unfortunately, I'm stuck in france, and am unlikely to go all the way back to the US to rip someones gourd out. Sigh. 9/7/2000 All right. Time to kiss my blood drinking pale butt. I've had it with all these mono-word greetings from people with car web sites. If you can't say hello to me with more that 2 sentences with some indication that you've read my web page... Just walk on by. -Miss Grumbly [EEEK. I'm talking about ICQ. I just got an email asking me what the F**K I'm whining about.] Lunch-bag let down! I finished Bram Stoker's "The jewel of the seven stars." Same problem as with "The lady in the shroud." I can deal with the fact that the girls there don't get much of the action. I think the get more than other old books. But there is no ending. 200 pages of build up, and nothing happens. Just more 'unspeakable horrors' that are unspoken. 9/5/2000 Nothing much happening tonight. I'm going for a drive along the coast, maybe I can get to San Tropez and back. Feeling restless, but maybe I'll take someone along for company. [Late report. Sarah did not realize that there was an Oil Shortage! in France. I had to beg... with lots of francs, some gas from another late night traveler. There goes my CD budget for the month. But it was easier and more neighborly than bludgeoning him and taking his car.] Lasat night was a major ICQ riot. Lots of boys from Europe and Africa feeling bored tonight, it seems. SS 9/4/2000
It is not how many people I've killed that's important. It his how well I get along with the ones who are alive that counts. Willis the Bruce, heard on some TV commmercial.
Hey, I've been lying all along. I've been hiding. and rebuilding my web site. I moved everything from http://bite.to/sarahsmiles here. If you click on Lucy on the right, you'll see it. The content isn't much better. Is it ever? But the design is more better. Much more better. Boring movie tonight. SS Sarah is pushing me to write something. She is in the shower right now. We are going to see a movie. Now Sarah has a movie fever.
X-Men A Little Prayer (Wolverine’s Theme). Jewel applies her poetic sensibility and breathy inflections to articulate the plight of mutantkind. Need I say more? Gnight@! 9/3/2000 I'm half way through "The Jewel of the seven Stars" By Stoker. Way better than 'the woman in the shroud'. I can see where Rice got ideas for Egyptian vampires. Maybe that's where my genes come from via the Exodus. Anyway, this is turning into a real education. I found this article while looking for Stoker stuff: EGYPTIAN COMMODITY FETISHISM. Wow. Some people's children. Yes, I'm a lazy sod. Spent the night lounging in bed reading. Still can't get xmen out of my mind. Rogue seems so autobiographical to mee. I guess I'm still a kid. By the way, esme has an address too esme_von_nice@yahoo.com. I just didn't want her to lose out on her fan mail. [ss] 9/2/2000
I found Sarah's instructions to fix her 'blogg'. Strange name. She'll be up some hours. She does not appear to us before midnight these days. I will follow her instructions and see if I can make a mess. E -hmmm Sarah has removed my ability to edit anything. I am absolved. My blogger template is still deadder than I am, but this guy Jack (http://saturn.org/), and someone names Paul Bausch (not quite as cool a name as Mr Saturn) has been helping me. No luck. But I'm learning a lot, and spending ALL MY TIME BASHING MY LOVELY COMPUTER ;-( [Sarah left her computer connected and this unsent, so I will send it. She wastes so much of our money on the phone. E] Yes, I'm still pumped by x-men. I can feel for the young girl who sucks the life out of anyone she touches. Sounds familiar right up and down the line. I just wish I had her cool hair ;-) Isn't it interesting that there are no asian x-people? No middle eastern? And the 'bad guy' is jewish? Hmmm... there's a problem there. But anyway, it is america. And if I hadn't lived in europe over the past year, I probably wouldn't have noticed. Wow, I AM learning by just hanging around... never would have believed it. SS 9/1/2000 Wow, this is a movie week. Totally x-man. I think I could do it.. but I don't know what my mutant skill would be aside from being able to stay up all night, and drink 5 quarts of blood without puking. ----- The BIG news is that I re-met a casual ICQ friend, Sarah, from Australia. We had a brief chat, but it was nice. My ICQ is 62937150, but if you ICQ me, you'd better be nice. Boys with attitude will just be blown up. The thing I hate most is "Good evening." Or "Hey, wanna talkd?" No. Make it worth my while by telling me something interesting!!! --- |