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when the metaphor ate the literal, and we all fell in love...just like THAT. - Satanic Panic in the Attic
girlsetsfire
girlsetsfire
when the metaphor ate the literal, and we all fell in love...just like THAT.
In a world where nothing seems to make perfect sense on it's own, you have to make your own connections, and make it make perfect sense, or you just may go perfectly insane. Of course this all comes with time. You must complete one investigation after another to get where you want to go inside your brain.

But sometimes, cases are left open, and pushed to the side, because it's just too hard to crack. Clues are left hidden, sometimes masked by what you think is "stupid", or "boring". The top detective in my faces' universe (his name is Victor) finds that if you pay attention to everything, no matter whether it interests you or not, that it just may be the clue you were looking for all along. Suddenly, the case is cracked, and you feel a tingly sensation inside the panties of your brain.

Unfortunately, sweet Victor has gone on vacation to Jupiter, and I am left with Fenwick, otherwise known as "potato brains". Strangely enough, the shape of his head resembles his potato like brains. He is quite simply, the stupidest detective I have ever run across (i wish i could. vroom vroom!). Not only is he stupid, but he is also mean, and likes to torture me by reciting the poetry of dogs "bark...bark, woofin, woof, bark...bark!" Sometimes, he even cries. Derrr.

I guess what I am trying to say is...it's hard to be in love with the world without Victor here to keep me company. And I'm feeling like a shy 6 year old girl, looking for pennies, but only finding vomit from the lonely, and wishing I had someone to share this madness with.

You would think that I could make Victor come and go as I please, with him being a figment of my imagination and all. But you would be wrong to assume so. My characters do what they want. You cannot control the life of a metaphor. Game over.

Being human feels stupid right now. If I were a magical cartoon witch, I would turn myself into a tornado. In case that actually happens, watch out, ok? I love you.

Current Mood: sad/angry/exploding

55 human choked on their own vomit and died || ...but i love you
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From: flailingstars Date: February 24th, 2004 07:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
love is rad! thats well written dude:)
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 02:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
thank you sir.

also. you look like a statue.
if, in fact, you are a statue, i must tell you how impressed i am with your typing skills.

i used to have a boyfriend that was a statue. he loved to be online, but it was hard for him to type. he'd just kind of tip over, and fall on the floor. i would have to laugh, because it looked ridiculous. then he would cry. and i would make him cookies.

then one time he fell off the bed and his head rolled away to a far and distant land...

i laughed and laughed.

i'm so sorry!
pulsewidth From: pulsewidth Date: February 24th, 2004 07:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
sometimes the lonely eat pennies, so keep an eye out and don't be afraid to get your hands dirty. plus, the stomach acid should get the pennies nice and shiny. just make sure you wash them off first.
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 03:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
i'll wash off your face before i punch it. i don't play dirrrrty babbbby.
From: electricsinboy Date: February 24th, 2004 07:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
i wish this post had the Edward Gorey animation from the PBS series "Mystery" at the begining.
i always saw you as a kind of Columbo style detective in a dirty brown trenchcoat walking around trying to figure stuff out in Steak and Shake parking lots where memories are shaken with a blanket wrapped around them and the remains of the day are sprawled out in a halo of chalk.
and you have all of us to share the madness with...

along with epic scrabble battles
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 03:03 pm (UTC) (Link)

Keep making me smile like that, and I just might let you beat me when we finally have our scrabble match. Ooooh. ;o)

Well, then I guess you need to be my madness buddy. Let's frolic!
pulsewidth From: pulsewidth Date: February 24th, 2004 08:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
that reminds me of the time i was on the case of the missing prized yam of old lady withersbauhstersonensteinerman that resembled ted kennedy. i spent months searching the city high and low for clues, but to no avail. the things was, i didn't want to say couldn't find anything or i'd lose my reputation in the private eye/agricultural field, and i knew i couldn't keep looking because old lady withersbauhstersonensteinerman was very tight with her money and would get suspicious after a while, sooooo... i pinned the whole thing on her son. he was eventually put to death, but something just didn't sit right. i knew there was one place i hadn't looked, but i just didn't know where. and then it hit me like sack full of heavier sacks that had some kind of rocks or sand in them. i drove over to old lady withersbauhstersonensteinerman's house, only to see through her front window, old lady withersbauhstersonensteinerman sitting at the dining room table playing a game of cards with none other than her prized yam! it all made sense. she hired me to cover up the fact that she kidnapped her own yam in order to collect the insurance money. so i jumped through the window like a sack full of heavier... oh wait, i used that one already... like a christmas turkey on fire and punched her square in the face. she ended up dying because her skull shattered on the ground like a hollow bowling ball made of something that shatters, all because of a severe lack of calcium and vitamin d. and then i said some witty catch phrase like, "i yam what i yam, so drink your milk you stupid bitch!"

anyways, all was good in the end. the yam was safe, old lady withersbauhstersonensteinerman was brought to justice, and i was overdue for a long vacation. and with the money i made from selling the yam, i was able to retire and spend the rest of my life on a small, tropical island where i lived like a king. but now you're wondering, "why are you back here?"

that's another story all together....

ok, bye!
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 03:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
you remind me of the time i had a dream so amazing i killed myself, but came back from the dead only to realize that the dream was actually reality, and that i hadn't killed myself at all.

whodaaathunkkkit!?
chuteboxe From: chuteboxe Date: February 24th, 2004 08:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Your the sweetest thing in existance *hugs*. Sometimes I think you can see on a level above the rest of average human beings, come to Chicago sometime.
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 03:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
well, edward, oh my, i don't know what to say. you are making me feel shy. [blush].

p.s. you know i'll be back in chicago sometime. hopefully the next time you wont just be getting me free drinks. i haven't forgotten about our planned comic adventures!
killingjane From: killingjane Date: February 24th, 2004 08:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
emily, my love.
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 03:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
oh, stephanie, you've come to take me to your magical land. i just know it! where will we go first? is the ice cream parlor open 24 hours? i like late night brain freeze.
deadgirl1307 From: deadgirl1307 Date: February 24th, 2004 08:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
i'm always happy to see your icon of your beautiful face pop up in my friends. <333
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 03:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

thank you.

same here. your new pictures are beaautiful. <3
From: xheartfallx Date: February 24th, 2004 08:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
<3
i will punch throats.
pulsewidth From: pulsewidth Date: February 24th, 2004 10:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
erenecs From: erenecs Date: February 24th, 2004 11:42 pm (UTC) (Link)

Victorian Thought...

a small number of people in the world have their own personal victor.

all with various guises, and personas, and properties...

mine stands behind me and taps my left shoulder but stands on my right...
and it never fails, i fall for it everytime and i still find a bit of happiness in it.

whenever i expect her to tap my shoulder, i look to my right, and she isnt there.
I dont think mine went on vacation, much like yours.

I think she just found someone new to tap.

one time, i found her, but its like i never existed, maybe im her victor, and she thinks im on vacation, and just dosent want me to know... but im delusional...we were just temporary.

maybe another day.


Either way,

the past pushes us forward, and the only thing anyone has to compare NOW to, is then.
(NOW is easier when walking backwards, staring at what we were leaving, waving.)

sometimes, just sometimes, now, is better than then...

But it ALWAYS seems that then, Is much more favorable.
No matter how fucked then was.


but your right... now, is amazing!!!




In my life, ive discovered, all of the open cases in the world, can never properly hide that one closed box.


i think we might be on the same page...im just reading the words reflected in your eye, and its really difficult.

maybe someday you could read me the summary on the back?

ill listen.


im sorry.
say the word, and ill leave.

-matt
(i open with time.)
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 03:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Victorian Thought...

you're good. if i wasn't so exhausted i might have more to say. we'll talk later.
lanky_bastard From: lanky_bastard Date: February 25th, 2004 08:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Victor will come back
Potato Brains is a temp
And is paid little
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: February 25th, 2004 03:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
oh, how i look forward to your haikus. you have no clue as to how much. but know they make me tingle.
gust_of_wind From: gust_of_wind Date: February 27th, 2004 10:06 am (UTC) (Link)

Of course

I haven't read my friend's journal's for a few months now, and now I see why you were so special in my mind to inspire sending a human brain... anyways I'm still workin on it. Keep the entries coming.. Your convoluted imaginative stories are so entertaining while being so lucid, you see things and have the capability to transduce that awareness into something with lots of humour and appeal. Right on! Keep seeing, keep transducing, my little transducer.
verfault From: verfault Date: February 28th, 2004 10:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Im in Indiana and will be here till april first.. This is your last chance to make something out of this.. You know how to get ahold of me.
-Neil
timeiswasting From: timeiswasting Date: February 29th, 2004 06:35 am (UTC) (Link)
new journal, add me back,

(formerly xjanextreasonx)
powersparkles From: powersparkles Date: March 3rd, 2004 01:11 am (UTC) (Link)
oh my gosh! the new layout is so pretty. is that the eagle nebula in the background? that's amazing.
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 3rd, 2004 09:31 pm (UTC) (Link)

<3

http://www.explodingdog.com//january2/ireadthatblackholeseatstars.html
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: March 3rd, 2004 10:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: <3

after a nightmarish, and somewhat depressing day inside my universe (attackers came from 63 evil reality-based planets), i come to find a present upon my doorstep! a sweet present from an anonymous angel...

i tingled with delight.
champagne fell from the sky.
the children cleaned up the feces they threw around town (and then they ate it? ewww. :( )

thank you.
also, who am i thanking?
apparantly "someone".
hm.
:)
<3
Re: <3 - (Anonymous) - Expand
spilltheblood From: spilltheblood Date: March 4th, 2004 03:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
In a world where nothing seems to make perfect sense on it's own, you have to make your own connections, and make it make perfect sense, or you just may go perfectly insane.

Heh, I can see that!
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: March 8th, 2004 09:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
:)

good. don't go insane steve. i'm watching you fight it. life is rough. but i have a feeling you will get through it brilliantly. you are lucky you seem to have so many people there for you. or maybe livejournal is trying to fool me again.
shehateslove From: shehateslove Date: March 5th, 2004 11:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Hello Emily.
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: March 8th, 2004 09:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hello Danielle!

How about we hang out this week sometime. Hmm. :)
loveittodeath From: loveittodeath Date: March 6th, 2004 09:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
emily. I miss you. What have you been up to?
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: March 8th, 2004 09:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
um school and life, and everything being weird.

and ali, i miss YOU.

i'll be driving again soon. let's get together.
disclaim_her From: disclaim_her Date: March 8th, 2004 03:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
it's me.
stephani.
hiding.
add me.
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: March 8th, 2004 09:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
ok. don't hide from me. i'll be sad.

actually, it might be kind of fun to try and find you.
From: kevinburgio Date: March 15th, 2004 10:13 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, I added you on a recommendation by Amanda (vitamenpunk). I am writing this because in the bluster of the 800 million people on your friends list, I didnt think that you would notice one more addition and also to let you know why I added you.
dosituu88 From: dosituu88 Date: July 10th, 2012 10:28 am (UTC) (Link)
girlsetsfire From: girlsetsfire Date: August 2nd, 2012 03:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
closed account aye? what was this mystery video?
55 human choked on their own vomit and died || ...but i love you