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Name: elizabeth
Location: Holland
Birthday: 3/20/1990
Gender: Female


Occupation: Candle carver
Industry: Student


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Monday, June 08, 2009

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I'm moving. I think it's time for something new, don't you?


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

There is a sort of verbal purging associated with a writer.
I can taste the bile in the back of my throat.


Sunday, January 25, 2009

edith, you wonder-woman, you.

...and she speaks sunshine.


I hate beauty.
The way it crawls underneath my skin, poisoning my perception of self until I wither into a heap on the floor, unable to face the mirror. My grotesque bone structure, the one thing I cannot alter with kohl or talc or rouge, trembles under my fingers as they wildly grasp at the face they cannot change. I am not Play-dough. I cannot change my face.
This is the most disheartening realization I have come upon pertaining to myself.
I can control my food, I can pluck, suck, and squeeze. I can drape, wrap, and don. But I cannot change my face. I will forever be lukewarm water the viewer spits out.


Thursday, January 08, 2009

EATWELL. (a food road map)

I'm in a class about nutrition.

And I've stopped eating.

Look how little I be.


Sunday, December 14, 2008

Currently
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life
By Barbara Kingsolver, Camille Kingsolver, Steven L. Hopp
see related

maybe maybell.

the one with glasses
lost me
spreading my marmalade on the wicker chair
with buttered sincerity that
cracked my skin
leaving me
bloated with insincerity.
now the wedge expands.

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