alexis james's Blog
alexis james
- Location
- Narragansett, Rhode Island,
- Birthday
- December 31
- Title
- I want to be a writer someday.
- Bio
- 31, I love pitbulls and kittens. Rats are another favorite. Bukowski and Baldwin...good or bad, i love people's teeth. Always loved taxidermy, long as they weren't hunted. I want a thousand books, a house in Istanbul and half a dozen stuffed cats (once they finally leave). Tattooed nearly ten years, and now, maybe, I don't like it...
Trying to get the crazies out of my head.
I feel somewhere in between a wreckless hobo and a vunerable little girl...and I want to be a writer someday.
MY RECENT POSTS
- i just can't handle your
fucking animals
May 21, 2012 07:17PM - ijust can't handle your
fucking animals
May 21, 2012 07:17PM - I Should've Said So Much More.
March 06, 2012 07:39PM - julie 3
February 25, 2012 06:02PM - They Did Not Play This At the
Wake
February 25, 2012 05:57PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I can't believe I just
found you now. Good to
"know"
you.”
January 05, 2012 04:16AM - “ach, oye. thank u
all.”
December 19, 2011 05:04PM - “Maybe man don't find you
attractive...I can see
why.
Actually, I can't see why
AN…”
December 18, 2011 04:50PM - “Thank you very much.
Hopefully the idiot will learn
how to
live and maybe even
ho…”
December 18, 2011 04:00PM - “Who the hell do you
think you are???? My mother is
dead. you
comment to me. you
a…”
December 18, 2011 03:26PM
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i just can't handle your fucking animals
and i cant't stand u, either
I do not trust men.
I do not trust men.
I prefer their company,
yet i have an intense,
inate distrust.
Except for Scylla.
(i consider him honest)
and james emm,
(i consider him honest)
though,
sometimes,
I don't trust him
either.
He… Read full post »
ijust can't handle your fucking animals
and i cant't stand u, either
I do not trust men.
I do not trust men.
I prefer their company,
yet i have an intense,
inate distrust.
Except for Scylla.
(i consider him honest)
and james emm,
(i consider him honest)
though,
sometimes,
I don't trust him
either.
He… Read full post »
I Should've Said So Much More.
Oh god,
What I would've done differently...
I would've learned to hug you
even in awkward moments
when one
or both of us
held on to having
too much pride.
I would've recognized
your sincere pleas
and devotion
your undying love for all
of us.
Your shame and regret.
I would've made my forgiveness
more obvious.
And… Read full post »
julie 3
And tell me where where is the taste
Where is the sacrifice
And tell me where where is the faith
Someday there'll be a cure for pain
That's the day I throw my drugs away
When they find a cure for pain
Where is the cave
Where the wise woman went
And tell me where
Where's all… Read full post »
They Did Not Play This At the Wake
Chorus:Gone away from meGone away from meLife is longmy love has gone… Read full post »
To: Julie
Elliott Smith:Activity's killing the actor
And the cop's standing out in the roadTurning traffic away
There was nothing she could do until after
When his body'd been buried below
Way back in the day
Oh my, nothing else could have been done
He made his life a lie so
He might never have to know anyone
Made hi… Read full post »
Julie
How Dare You, Treesh...
My mother is dead and this ignorant bitch has the audacity to send me this comment:
"Heaven? Hardly.
I'm sorry for your loss, but your mother was reckless, ignorant and
evil for her entire adult life. She will spend eternity in a much
warmer clime." Read full post »
Julie Kiernan's Gone to Heaven
Sadly, my mother passed away late afternoon yesterday.
December 17th, 2011.
I still have a hard time believing this.
She was my best friend.
And she was sick--yes.
But, I have seen that stubborn old soul
recover from many, many things.
Why didn't she hint to me
that she was… Read full post »
Julie Kiernan's Gone to Heaven
Sadly, my mother passed away late afternoon yesterday.
December 17th, 2011.
I still have a hard time believing this.
She was my best friend.
And she was sick--yes.
But, I have seen that stubbornold soul
recover from many, many things.
Why didn't she hint to me
that she was leaving?… Read full post »
draft
there's something nice
about watching
another creature
enjoy it's food,
even if
you deny yourself
the same privilege.
For a moment,
maybe,
you feel giving
and you forget
that you hate yourself.
High Coin
I was wondering if you ever listen to songs on repeat.
I do this to the point of being annoying.
Woodpile don't read my shit.
It seems impossible,
but I believe if he were patient enough
he would get my language.
I know he has the ability,
but don't get it yet;
Why he doesn't see IT??
“Oh Honey...&rdquo/… Read full post »
How wreckless
how wreckless
how cruel
how incoherant
how awful.
it always ends up the same
yet another cowardly
and smart man
running for his life.
i look like shit.
i am quiet, for once.
Now what to say?
He very blatantly admits
to feeling no more.
His honesty is believable
and disheartening.… Read full post »
Yet Again.
Woodpile no longer loves me.
Has not been in love in a few months.
What could be crueler?
Pretending to be in love
to keep the other quiet.
Let's me sell my car,
become reliant on him,
and then
pulls a rug
straight out from under my feet.
I think I may have
seriously fucked up my ankle last… Read full post »
Every Wicked October
The inner turmoil does not relent.
I know people think that i look like
I must like halloween
or even be one of it's founders,
but that has never been the case...
I remember, cleary,
a few years ago,
I was two days fresh out of detox...
I took my grown autistic brother and the dog
begging for candy.
My… Read full post »
Chronic Insomnia Is All Good
can't sleep, genius.
wanted to call you, but knew you'd be asleep.
work is okay.
my companion still sucks.
stuck.
two kitties of mine,
lost in one month.
what is a girl to do??
let it all go??
i've done that before.
then i collapse,
with nothing left
except my cans of
7.5%
pabst.
so sick of that shit.
the owner… Read full post »
Grey
Needy.
I am needy and I deserve to die.
My depression
is driving everyone away from me.
I don't know why
I can't enjoy things--
act normal--
or be this way,
but it is, again,
creating quite the barrier
between
me and them.
I smile
and hide.
Secretly
clawing… Read full post »
Shitty Shitty Fuck Fuck
Insomnia now.
Fucking website.
I just lost a whole post.
This work is heartwrenching to no avail.
I was speaking of
a rich lover I had captured
who lived in New York
and was convinced I had bedbugs.
Growing up filthy,
I found this offensive.
Checked under my mattress, at his… Read full post »
Fuck Me Again
"God, I'm at the bottom of my life."
(No cause for alarm.)
I don't love me,
he don't love me
and i desperately need someone to talk to.
No one listens to me.
I need to be on the verge of suicide
in order for someone to listen.
Maybe I whine… Read full post »
I Usually Don't Like Noodles
Stupid me.
So desparately sad
and trying so hard to act normal.
I dont know which me i hate more.
I have watched
all of those
who had faith in me
become distant.
It's embarrassing but what am I to do about it now?
My love now,
he's starting to really… Read full post »
*Hmph*
Nobody home.
(Up there).
Don't look at me.
Don't see me.
Don't see me?
Pretend and listen.
I suffer and wait
because I believe
I will eventually
be rewarded.
Have a reason
for all of this grief.
I am ungrateful
much of time...
hoping to expire.
********************************************… Read full post »
No More Shame
"And all I ever wanted was everything from you...
Except everything you had...
And what was left after that, too..."
-Florence and the Machine
Some of them
think I'm so great,
the rest know better.
A small fraction
sees me for what I'm worth
and still love me...
I appreciate… Read full post »
Poor Suffering Fucks
Does anyone believe in God??
I want to...
but, I must admit,
I don't notice Him often.
I look
somewhat
urgently.
Always some sort of
vague
urgency
dwelling inside me.
Looking for
peace
or solace
or closure
or forgiveness.
I am restless, figidty… Read full post »
Poor Suffering Fucks
Does anyone believe in god??
I want to...
but, i must admit,
I dont notice him often.
I look
somewhat
urgently.
Always some sort of
vague
urgency
dwelling inside me.
Looking for
peace
or solace
or closure
or forgiveness.
i am restless, figidty and bored.… Read full post »
What Ya Hoard is Love by James Emmerling
i need only a speck of love in my life,
sir.
that is why i have no residence...
i am too smart to get residential.
otherwise there would be serious animal control issues....
like: well, the rats are suffering...
oh sir who aint suffering in this lowdown world?
...............................................… Read full post »
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