Dolores / Ophelia

10/2/2009

 
.suicide note. 9.30.09

Ophelia,

This time I want to be the one wilting in the cow pond. What fun! Was it very hard to hold your breath until they thought you dead? Let us say I am a limp stalk of celery left too long in the sun. Let us say my navel drifts slowly with the current and HE finally cannot bear to touch me. I'll roll down my socks all slovenly. You'll be waiting with the coroner and a butterfly net to fish me out. Make sure he doesn't try to sneak "Lolita" on the death certificate. Try not to giggle! Look solemn! Say your name is Sofia and you're from the Hague and we'll have the most marvelous picnic when I am done corpsing.

Love and lollipops!
Dolores.

Alice / Wolf

10/2/2009

 
.i fall down. 10.02.09.

Wolf, I told you not to leave the toilet seat up twenty times already. I also told you not to leave your socks on the floor. I tripped on your stinking socks today. I have a huge bruise on my ass, and a cut in my hand. If you're wondering why there is blood everywhere it's because you leave your socks on the floor. I'm not cooking dinner tonight unless you want bloody sandwiches. Get your own dinner.

By the way, Grendel wants his mp3 player back. What the hell are you doing taking his things? Don't think I don't notice. I've just about had it with you. This trip was a bad idea. Don't knock on the door with your furry hands. I'm going to sleep. Your blanket is on the sofa. Don't try any of that sugar tea stuff with me this time. It's not going to work. You'd done that way too many times and I'm not going to be sheep skinned ever again. 

-Alice

Shirley Temple's Beets

10/2/2009

 
Dear Xena, Warrior Princess, 

my beets spelled out the saddest sonnet today, all 

"the grifter sighs when at the end of day he's won
so many hearts and bills of sale. he's numb."  etc etc in dirt-smelling iambic pentameter.

they always think they are so emo! just because their juice looks like blood. i smeared some on my mouth and looked like a monster.

love, 
Shirley Temple