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Since I'm blessed with a dissociative disorder (some of my personalities would say "suffer from" but I've learned better today!), and I've been nicknamed "anna banana" before, I've wanted to call this "Anna's Banana Split Log" AKA Splog. But I thought maybe that was too cute. Opinions welcome. Not that anyone gives a shit... you're all too busy writing your own fucking blogs you selfish bastards.
I've been pondering why "holden caufield" lived and "esther greenwood" died.
ReplyDeleteComing of age novels, Roman a clefs really, why did the woman barely make it out of her 20's and stick her head in an oven, while the man lives on in god-like isolation, still worshiped though he hasn't published a thing in decades? (it's all kept in a safe in his hermitage in the backwoods of New England, I've read...when he dies, the safe will be opened and out will pour pure gold, or maybe just empty Reese's peanut butter cups n Oodles of Noodles packets)
Am I bitter? Not anymore. I've survived. Mostly by hiding in bed with the covers over my head.
But now I feel I need to speak for my sisters who didn't make it. The losers, misfits, rebels...gone...suicides, overdoses, car wrecks, looney bins
There's an elephant in the living room and he's getting pretty stinky. It's 2009. Why does Sylvia Plath's terror of being a 1950's Stepford Wife still resonate so strongly?
I want to take a few pot shots at the fucking elephant. Or at least shovel out a few buckets of his crap so I can THINK...
Can I say fuck and crap on this blog?
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ReplyDeleteOh, had a qualified astrologer do my chart. Now makes sense I am Virgo with Moon in Leo qualities, modified (and/or tormented) by Sagittarius rising.
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