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Consumerism is what motivated me to get my first job, and I was hired today, but when I think about it, I don’t really want anything. I will get the money and have it and spend it because I had it and then it will be gone and then I will work at the job I hate so I can have more of it so I can buy more things. Money and the idea of owning objects is so cyclical is makes me dizzy, and so seemingly pointless that it makes me very, very cynical.

» Posted By Rachel On 12.02.2012 @ 6:41 pm


I wonder what the world is through his eyes, the face in the mirror, the one I see every day, his own now. The words on the page that I’m reading too, different and layered and a past and a future that is invisible to me. Every ghost that passes by in that room, an incalculable number, meant for no one but himself.

» Posted By Rachel On 12.01.2012 @ 9:39 am

he doesn’t know himself. He thinks about himself as someone selfish he’s sees only the negative qualities and never realizes that he makes me feel like I have self worth, that i’m allowed to cry and that he wants to share his favorite things in the world with me. That’s what he should realize about himself.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.30.2012 @ 3:22 pm


It’s hard to wake every morning, when it’s more of the same. And none of the people I admire notice me, or if they do it’s so gradual I’m not certain it matters. I don’t want to be erased by time. I want to build in to a supernova, right before their eyes, so that my brilliance will be both unignorable and unquestionable. If only this wasn’t an impossible feat.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.30.2012 @ 6:15 am

rising from the dead. rise and shine. This is what we are supposed to do not only arise and get out of bed but be happy to be awoken from slumber unnaturally by someone who has decided it is the appropriate time for us to get up. Rise and shine.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.29.2012 @ 10:08 pm

Rise up.
I see the stars flickering like the lights in a gray hospital suite.
Could you bring them to me?
Could you rise up and bring them to me?
I feel quite alone under these sheets.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.29.2012 @ 6:40 pm


When I went past a big group of people I realized that everybody was staring at me and I couldn’t figure out why. But then i realized when I went past them they were not staring at me. They were looking at my best friend in the whole wide world.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.29.2012 @ 9:02 am

In the past, You hold onto things that dosent matter anymore. But the past is done and gone, so why worry about the past? Just keep moving forward and don’t think of the past.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.29.2012 @ 7:59 am

There is a long yellow hallway with large looming windows and there is a fair headed little girl with large sad eyes and she is searching for what she knows not but wehere is her father and why can’t she seems to find him and where is her family and isn’t this her home or does home belong to someone else, does home belong to a heart she kdoes knot know does home even belong to her or is she lost

» Posted By Rachel On 11.28.2012 @ 10:30 pm


Under is negative. Under-challenged, under-educated, under-paid. Unless it means under a man, because that is very positive. There is something undeniable hot about a man on top of you, muscles flexed holding themselves up, loving you. Or just being Mr. Right Now. That’s under-appreciated.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.28.2012 @ 9:39 am

under water, under stuff, under rubble, to be underneath something. under the mistletoe.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.27.2012 @ 7:58 pm

“Is this my life or am I breathing under water?”, Emily Haine sang from the stage. And I turned and looked at you and knew that our connection was gone. We were just going through the motions.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.27.2012 @ 4:34 pm


Soon, you will return from Montreal, and soon, I will attend the training session that might mean I will have a job. I am scared for both events, the latter, the fear is obvious. But to see you return, that’s trickier. When I see you regularly, I’m not nearly as unnerved by your presence, but when I miss seeing you, then comes a time where you are unfamiliar, and my ability to be brave that I have built up day in and day out wears down, and once again your grandeur makes my fingers shake and my voice stutter.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.25.2012 @ 7:49 pm


I go to the library often now, and I gaze out the large window that overlooks the city, bits of it that I am unfamiliar with. I know that you have watched this same scene, and I wonder how the word appears through your eyes, what tint the colours take, what memories you have made on the other side of the glass that I will never be privy to.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.24.2012 @ 8:52 pm


being late is so lame, but i usually always am. no matter what it is or how early i get ready for it, i’m late. school, doctors, brain surgery, etc. LATE. it just happens. the one thing that i’m okay with being late for is my period though. yes, i just used that example.

» Posted By rachel On 11.22.2012 @ 6:31 pm


Did I mention that the activity that we planed at your house starts at around 7:00?

» Posted By Rachel On 11.19.2012 @ 9:10 am

Today my family told me never to mention the accident that happened 2 days ago.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.18.2012 @ 3:11 pm


brain, write, speak, love, feelings, believed, perceived, notion, assumption, think, dream, wrong, fought, sought

» Posted By Rachel On 11.18.2012 @ 8:13 am

I think too much and can’t immerse myself in my experiences. Fantasies, worries, plans, memories, they all take monopoly over what is going on around me, the way I feel in my every step, the noises I hear, they are all blocked out by my earbuds, by my fears and hopes and dreams.

They scream loudly to be noticed.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.18.2012 @ 8:02 am

i just did this one. is this not a game? Gosh i’m confused now. oh welllll anyways ya’ll should check out my blog(: yayay okay bye now.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.17.2012 @ 5:55 pm

i am thinking right now. Um idk what i’m supposed to do know. maybe if i was creative i could be better about this but i’m not. oh well. anyways. thoughts are cool ya know. what if we could read other peoples thoughts. i’m pretty sure everyone would hate each other.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.17.2012 @ 5:53 pm


the proletariat. The working person. People do services for other people, often in the employ of others. There are many employees where I work, but my job is to make others work for me. Maybe I should call my students employees. Would they work harder? Take more initiative?

» Posted By Rachel On 11.15.2012 @ 3:50 pm


Have you ever measured a beam with a measuring tape? The long, yellow tape pulled out from the hard case. It never stays straight, always bending and flipping. I actually hit a measuring tape on my room fan just today after trying to measure out the height of a bookshelf i plan on making. 1900 mm tall i have decided. It is going to have a shelf for a little pot plant, or, maybe some bottles of alcohol. Measuring tapes….has 60 seconds been up already? This task reminds me of QCS writing task in year 12, talking about time. Where i wrote about a young girl on her death bed in hospital. Lovely i know…Maybe I should write more, its enjoyable really. Gosh dam, 60 seconds is up for sure, or was it 5 minutes? I can’t remember. I wonder what other people write on here. They say not to think while you write this, but who doesn’t. Our mind is continuously thinking. Strumming over ideas that flood our head. Lana Del Ray has just come on.
I wonder what people do measure. I dare say people would measure how much they like someone, how long their thumbs are, how plain their dress sense is and what not. Measure how much money someone has, or how much money they have. Money is shit though, so there is no space here to write about that plastic stuff. Or paper, if your a yankee.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.15.2012 @ 12:46 am


Has anybody heard of the song “Somebody that I used to know”?

» Posted By Rachel On 11.13.2012 @ 8:59 am


My sketchbook is empty, because my hand will never stay steady. And I want to draw the curves that make your face, draw you highlighted in the glow of a window, but my fingers stumble, like my voice on the words I speak to you.

My own mind betrays me as I forget the lines, a dance I’ll never remember.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.12.2012 @ 5:35 am

Draw the curtains. Turn off the stars. Close those eyes. Quieten your mind. Breathe once, then again.
Look softly, feel empty

» Posted By Rachel On 11.11.2012 @ 9:19 pm

Don’t think, just write. I don’t know what the equivalent for drawing would be. What goes in the blank for ‘Don’t ___, just draw?’

» Posted By Rachel On 11.11.2012 @ 2:25 pm


spent thoughts decrease Time.
i alone think
only drawing through my mind each
illustrious thread
friends and ruthless dreams

» Posted By rachel On 11.10.2012 @ 11:52 pm

There isn’t enough time for me to do the things I want and all I feel when I see her turn up with new purses, her with a new watch, well, I look at my wrist and see nothing.

My time is consumed by everything, and I don’t have the effort to search.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.10.2012 @ 8:00 pm

I’ve spent too much time on thinking about how I’ve spent too much time thinking about how I’ve spent too much time on this. You have to be vulnerable to accept that time is not your friend. You have to realize that you a friend of no one when you spend too much time thinking of how you’ve spent the time or of how you will spend it.

» Posted By Rachel On 11.10.2012 @ 5:13 pm

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