apathy

first off, theres been sorta lotsa questions so heres sorta lotsa answers backatyou.
1. yes. it is the same skirt as the first set. you see, theres only so many things that can fit into a packsack and that means not so many clothes. also, i think its important to yell out there a big FUCKYOU to consumerism that involves big wardrobes and all that crazy stuff.
2. yes. the laurier bus was a wicked little squat. until some douchebag broke out most of the windows so all the cold wind got in. it remembers me of the boy i met in there, his crazy blue eyes, and frustration with me not being whorey. he dissapeared too. i wish id see him again. anyhow, bus mysteriously dissapeared a few days after the shoot. i dunno how, it having no wheels and all, and there were no signs of conflict with its departure. maybe it thinks of me in bus scrapyard heaven. I feel awful if it was my fault for bringing the attention to it that me and shazzy did, being all nakked on private property when people were getting off work. Shazzy did an excellent job as partime security officer, also.
3. i dont remember if there was going to be a 3. or what would be put into that 3. i like shazzy. you can see the yellow in my eyes in one of the photos. when i was small sprite id say that the yellow was because i was part wolf. grrr.
that wasnt really lots, was it.

on with the show....
its that time of year where i remember that doc boots were not meant for slippery places. my butts sore.

i hop the little french train that brings me to the heavensent that is FlyingJ truckstops. I like these places cause you can get a ride juuuuustabout anywhere.
NObody wants to pick up cold little girl whos doing the pee dance. So i take a ride in the dark somewhere outside of the province. It takes me 3 more rides after. Much love and everything to the girl who forced me to take her exacto knife. Im not so sure if id be around to write now if she hadnt. Ive never cried on the road before. I balled my eyes out like babies.
Im there Im there and its RAINING. its ALWAYS FUCKING RAINING in that city. Why. A passerby argues that maybe its ME who brings the rain THERE. interesting concept. Which way am i going? thats the thing with finding the street your looking for, is it right, or left, to downtown? I choose, right, i think it was. rights right. I find a wool jacket next to a box of popsicles. WHO THROWS OUT POPSICLES. But really, i encourage you all, keep throwing things out so i can reap all the benefits. Someone throw out a pony. With a blue ribbon.
My face is full of chocolate and vanilla stuff. Two boys offer me their apartment, but after those rides, i have no wanting to be around anything with a dick. Walkwalkwalk. Its the longest street in the world, it really is.
HEYYY who woulda thought, a HEATED squat. Right on that street. Its a funny way to get in. A hole in the wall. Up some stairs, through another hole. Pick a room! Any room! Except that one, cause i hear lotsa people in it. My new friend falls asleep, with the most monsterous snore, I wake him up cause im giggling alone. Whatso funny? I made a poem. A funny poem? I think so. Write it on the wall. I do. So here it is, my great poet talent. Now that i write it, it isnt so funny. But i was in good mood cause im sleeping next to a heater with my socks stinking up the whole area.
AHEMhemhem.
"The 5 hour drive,
was a 12 hour ride.
The 4 rape attempts, left Girl,
sweating with contempt. (or dopesickness, we arent sure. Test results pending.)
Got to a town thats POLLUTED
as the bar drinks are DILUTED.
Smoggy city, whatchyou got in store for me?
But more importantly, WHERE in this squat DO I GO PEE?
Where are my friends?
Hopefully, out making money for me to spend?
Dollars in pocket: 1.
Dicks sucked: NONE!"

harharhar. Applause sign lights up. Crowd is confused.
A few phone calls later and im good on that awesome sinky couch that im going to make a campaign for, since its being substituted for a futon. SAVE THE SINKY COUCH!!! I like good friends. Yknow, the kind of friends you can babble on and on truthfully about everything and know that nothing is being judged negatively. I am what i am and thats that. Exzema on my elbow and all.
A crazy pookie told me and Dallas to watch our Carbs when dealing with Beer. He says that while i have a big bag of donuts im shoving into my face. Silly things with penises that will never understand things without penises. I stole a pair of shoes off somebodys front porch two houses left of Dallas`. Sorry. But they were just THERE and appeared drier than mine. Also, we took the frog statue. But it was put into Lemmy the turtles tank so he can stop bashing his head off the side. At least its being put to use. It wasnt doing much in the snow is all we thought.

So, HUGE shameless publicity here for that tattoer at Black Line Studio on King st in Toronto MIKEY STOREY. He fixed the sad affair that was my dancing skeleton. Im so very proud of it now. He gave me super ideas on how to make it bigger piece like i wanted. Seriously, go check that guy out. He`s pretty gentle too, because im the biggest motherfucking pussy when it comes to a tattoo on the side, ive noticed. Im going back for more as soon as i am able too. I wont even eat id prefer his ink that much. Har, i eat out of the garbage, i think i only spend money on bananas. Cause nobody likes mushy brown bananers. AND STRAWBERRIES! Chinatown market, you can get 3 big buckets of strawberries for $2 and if your cute he will give you that lollipop youd also like to buy for free.

Lily, come back, we miss you.

Your dearest confused neighborhood squeegee girl disguised as a rabbit,
(thanks for the lack of pocket change tonight, guys.)
Apathy.

p.s. somebody throw out a camera. I want to make a video regarding things.