january girl is dead

january girl is mourning the death of her friends. one, two, now three. she loves the smell of fall and the turning trees, but it shatters her, puddles her, then sucks her into electrons.

2/19/2006

How Dare You?

You fuckers with your fine and dandy mental health, from nice families--you with the leisure to sit around on fat chip-eating asses pondering what you may or may not do next, safety net surrounding like a second skin. You've never even considered what it's like on the otherside. Any other side, any perspective not your own. Point a chessy finger at me and say "whatever."

Yeah, whatever.

2 Comments:

At 2/19/2006 10:19 PM, Blogger Ian said...

Okay . . . shouldn't it be an exclamation point in the title since you're not really asking a question?

 
At 2/19/2006 11:05 PM, Blogger january girl said...

no, it is a question of sorts. and i don't imagine the narrator to be yelling, but rather almost sneering. but that is me, and i don't use exclamation points all that often.

 

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