Monday, August 30, 2010

Good morning internet

Remember me?

I have this insane urge to post things all over you, like people's real names and photos and my creepy stalking stories of them.

This is a bad idea.

But if we can all use our imaginations here, let's pretend I posted a link to a lawyer's profile on a Very Important Law Firm's web site.  Because I would like you to imagine that this lawyer?  She's a total baller.  I'm terrified of her to the point that my speech centers can shut down in her presence, but she's still pretty fucking awesome.

Saturday, May 01, 2010

i can touch you but you are not real

i always have this impulse to photograph you.  not in the way that the paparazzi want to document a phenomena from the outside, but in the way that i selfishly want to take a part of you and keep it to myself.

if only cameras did steal a piece of your soul.

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

we talk about real people.  conventionally, real people have jobs and responsibilities and have graduated.  but we say it in another way, usage evolving under the surface.

real people are not addicts. i want to say neither of us are real, but you can fly so much higher than i can.

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling.

i want to trust that you can get up from your fall

Monday, February 22, 2010


i don't know if i care if you do it

but i know that i care if i know about it

small favors, baby girl.


Sunday, February 14, 2010

that is so much more dangerous than you realize

(i have always wanted to protect you, even though you were always so much cooler than i ever will be.)

don't lose yourself in this fucked up place

Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Soundtrack to Her Unreal Life

 When I was little and I was the weird girl hiding to read a book during recess, I always imagined that one day, the characters in my book would become alive and that I would get to meet them.  They would, of course, be amazingly too-cool and we would be Best Friends.  (Especially Matilda. She was a fellow nerd and also kind of a badass.)

Fast forward about a dozen years.

I meet a girl. At first, I write her off as too pretty.  But she's brilliant.  Crazy.  She is too ridiculous to be real.

The only way I can think to describe her is that she is your favorite character from a book, come to life.  She's more than kind of a badass.

Anyway, she shared this song with me. You should listen to it.

I asked my girlfriend if she’d seen you round before
She mumbled something while we got down on the floor baby

Sunday, January 24, 2010

i have irises but i will always apologize

i know there is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. but i don't care. i am me. my name is valerie. i don't think i'll live much longer and i wanted to tell someone about my life. this is the only autobiography i will ever write and god--i'm writing it on toilet paper.

i was born in nottingham in 1985. i don't remember much about those early years, but i do remember the rain. my grandmother owned a small farm in tuttlebrook and she used to tell me that god was in the rain.

i passed my eleven-plus and went to girl's grammar. it was at school that i met my first girl friend. her name was sarah. it was her wrists--they were beautiful. i thought we would love each other forever. our teacher told us it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. sarah did. i didn't.

in 2002 i fell in love with a girl named kristina. that year i came out to my parents. i couldn't have done it without kris holding my hand. my father wouldn't look at me. he told me to go and never come back. my mother said nothing. but i had only told them the truth. was that so selfish? our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. it is that very last inch of us--but within that inch we are free.

i'd always known what i wanted to do with my life and in 2015 i starred in my first film, the salt flats. it was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because it was how i met ruth. the first time we kissed, i knew i never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.

we moved to a small flat in london together. she grew scarlet castles for me in our window-box and our place always smelled of roses. those were the best years of my life.

but america's war grew worse, and eventually came to london. after that there were no roses anymore. not for anyone

i remember how the meaning of words began to change. how unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening while things like norsefire and the articles of allegiance became powerful.

i remember how different became dangerous. i still don't understand it. why they hate us so much. they took ruth while she was out buying food. i'd never cried so hard in my life. it wasn't long before they came for me.

it seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place but for three years i had roses and apologized to no one.

i shall die here. every inch of me shall perish. every inch but one. it is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it or give it away. we must never let them take it from us.

i hope whoever you are that you escape this terrible place. i hope that the world turns and that things get better. but most of all i hope that you understand what i mean when i tell you that even though i do not know you, that i will never meet you, cry with you, laugh with you, or kiss you--i love you. with all my heart. i love you.


/these are irises from women who would hate you for apologizing

I thought it was supposed to be dark fire

The second one is, of course, blonde.


Saturday, January 09, 2010

She blinded me with political science

You know he hooks up with anything that moves, right?

Oh excuse me. He must have been broadsided by your raw sex appeal.