Shir L'Yaldeem

Pathetic Posing Princesses Pull the Plug by

Sat, 30 May 2009 02:16:01 GMT

Puri Puri! Pink bunnies playing with the pretty pills of Pianissimo Butterfly! Lady Lucifel learns to leave her lonliness with Loveless! Each edict from Eden eats at his eroding extremes for Earthian! Abused adolescents abandon any absolutes after accepting affection in

We won't win. Well, we will. Will it be worth waiting? Will we be worth wanting?

Truly, which witch is which? Which which is worst?

Such strenuous living - I just don't understand!

Thu, 14 May 2009 01:06:59 GMT

Jumpin' around on sixty-eight street is ill-advised sans kneepads. Reasonably. He's him, and always there, inside. Sniffles. Bowl brown bopping along. Strong. Canst we findst a new thought? Mayhapst.

But, on oldness...five days, for all that. No, three. Wow. Time's jumping a bit. Say, seven left. Yes? Yay? Eh. What an awful way to fall out. Hence the kneepad recommendation. Jokes are rarer.

Truly, a bud would've been best. Egos make poor bedmates. And terrible besties. Screwy timing of yours. Thanks. A Shabbos to forget.

Back to grin. Respond! I MISS YOU. I'M SORRY. FORGIVE ME. I'm not a creep, really. Most off. I LOVE YOU. For ever and ever, probablement.

Suicide beats homicide. Unloved beats loved less. Information beats awkwardness. Busy beats bad friend.

Time takes time, you know.

WAUGH!

Tue, 10 Feb 2009 23:41:56 GMT

Best.

Silly Silly Strawberries

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 01:39:19 GMT

French friends find funny footage of Pika...argh. C-boys--augh! Happy...yes? Yes. And also silly. Strappingly silly. But...

But lust? Whyever not? Exhaustion? Sleepy, sleepy, you'll take me down. Strange how advice wins wars without warning. Elders know first.

Silly Ants

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 01:36:19 GMT

My picnic! The world's gotten a bit rounder, ne? That's what I said. Don't blame her.

Well. I guess it's only neutral and the vamps need more work. Soooooon, please!

College is a hungry beast. I like the international kind. Think that'll work?

Yeow. Small children are excellent. Large ones too. Just not too tiny. I like escorts. Also, diversity really does keep life interesting. And pockets empty? Ah well. One sixty minutes is worth four great times. And two gumballs. And a "yes, please."

Then the entry ends.

Ohoho, Sandwiches

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 01:11:37 GMT

And thus, spider monkeys eat carnivorous centipedes. Wings don't beat blenders. Ouch.

Cow on keys? Moo to ew. Crack is no drug. I'll crack up soon. *CRACK*

Can thunder crack? Can Pika's dreams get any scarier? Yesumoo. Yaweheheh. Eheh.

Frog-leap for fenestration. Even' toya.

Flipping Space Kazoos

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 22:20:37 GMT

Crippling flameburgers are reacting violently to the influxed web of furnishings. More on that later.

Weekend looks spiffidy doodah. Love that. Need to push out some paragraphs first. Hate that. Silly novels. Splendid Impro. Learned troubadourism or summat. Liked it. Liked the new kid. Correction: Want the new kid. What is it with Bigs and Littles, us big girls always obsess over the little boys. Stupid Bracelet Lady. I dislike your idios. Leave be!

Missing the wordish stage. Want it back this year. Wish I could be J, not S. Want R. Hate lustishness. Use use useless without sprouts to anticipate. Need a new libido, old one's leaking. Why's it always about mush? Want some fun.

Lesson learned: It's not about the eggs or the basket; it's about thinking that you can count on anything at all. Don't do that.

With His Jar Of Poppy Puddles

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:50:18 GMT

So tired. Flippidy-doo-dah day. Too much happened, but not what was supposed to.

Sing a mad Russian Christmas carol and jump on the writhing backs of the drummers. They like it when you beat them. Drift away with the plentiful gathering of mis-matched spiders. They like question marks. And it all goes with lemons, if you can bear to beat the bare bear.

That wasn't poetry, that was my train of thought. I think some of it might be relevant, but I can't be sure.

Let's unite under a cloud of lilly-weeds...

I think I'll stop myself and go to bed now. Bon soir.

Strict Locomotive Swirl

Sat, 30 Aug 2008 02:37:45 GMT

Life is super sparkle bunnies again. Higher hopes than the little old ant that this will last. You better hope too, because PissyPika! has grown bad enough to be considered an international disaster. This small town can't handle devastation on such a scale.

Why so sunny is thanks to the beautiful USY. Which renewed my reason for life. Youth groups are definitely the greatest gift that organised religion has given to society.

The nexty grows up tomorrow. I just can't wait to pray, because I can think of my USY peeps whilst I do it. In my mind, I'll be leaning on M, or smiling at R, or whispering behind my hand at H (all three are real people, but they have pretty unique names, even for USY). Gotta dress up pretty.

Oh yeah! The hair has gotten significantly shorter. It feels nice, even if it doesn't look so glamorous. And the wool goes to Locks of Love.

I think I might stop eating chocolate. No fad diet, but most chocolate isn't fair trade. Which is important to my suddenly activist little self-awareness.

Don't use antibiotics anymore. Or buy leather. Still eat marshmallows. Strange, no?

The clouds may never go away. But today, we can see the sun through them. Grateful for small happinesses.

The zombies can fly!

And the Dish Created a Scandal By Running Away with the Knife

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:38:32 GMT

College Essay Topics:

Improv = Life
Mostly Written

Monkey Hierarchy vs. Human Society
Unattempted

Favorite Pants
Going Suckishly

Music
Complete

Bat Mitzvah
Abandoned

USY
Too Generic

Languages
Has Potential

They all sound very obvious, boring, and overused. But they're getting the Pika Pika spin on them, so we'll see what they end up like. The completed essays will be posted here after I have applied. Stay tuned.