You only live once.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

It's Really Happening!

Damn, Boston is loud.  I'm in a fucking hotel and can hear the party-goers drunken shouts outside.  Why am I not with them?  Because I'm in isolation.

(Even though I cheated and went to the gym).

While in this city, I've been writing a book.  A biography, you might say.  Or, a bunch of random fucked up memories, stories, experiences, pictures, poetry, drawings, dreams, screams.  In general, is it about me and my life, written in the only way I know how - art.

I'm really not egotistical.  But, this book is already fucking awesome.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Wednesday Knowledge.

Steak and potato TV dinner's taste like chinese food.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Sexy Reaper

The She Reaper was a request ;)

What's next?  Well, in my Ambien trance, it turns out to be Princess Peach.  Just Princess Peach, you ask?  No.  Of course not!
Princess Peach sexed up and ready to take on / in some... plant monsters!  Oh no Peach!
But I assure you, she wants it - that dirty girl.

Anyway, I feel like I should talk about my situation.  You see, I had to leave college and go get a bone marrow transplant done.  I changed my mind.  I don't want to talk about it - it's all I fucking talk about these days.

I hate Boston.  My soul was left in Vermont before I left.  At the same time, I like it here.  Not in Boston, but here, right now.

I had an epiphany that fish can fly.  I was sitting in front of a tank for hours, and they can go every which way.  We're stuck to fucking ground.  Gravity and density can suck a plant monster.

I also had a dream that I drove a motorcycle across a field of pizza... it was very, very rough and I should not have lived through that experience.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Curious Ariel.

Meet Ariel, a devious young mermaid.  Mermaid?  Well, she's not sure.  She thought she should feel her nipple and smiling from the feeling that gave her - she snuck a hand down her fin.  Impossible?  Nope.  Anything is possible.

I brought her to her sexual light last night - August the 8th 2010.

I went shopping for my dorm supplies today.  I think it was an success.  Definitely thought I was going to have to spend far over $300 but it came out less then 2.  Stoked?  Indeed.  Just have to get a snail and my room with my best friend (soulmate) will be set.

Two more weeks until staight up fuckin' bliss.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

I don't really know what I'm doing by writing this.

All that I do know, is that I love to write.  Where will that take me?  Probably no where.  Does that bother me?  Yes, it very much so does.

My name is Mariah, leave it at that.  My middle name is Fawn.  My dad likes to hunt.  My brother's name was going to be Forrest.  Why does this matter?  It doesn't, but is there a point to a blog?

I think I came here on this fine evening because writing brings me happiness.  Something that I have been lacking for far, far too long.  The love of my life is on the other side of world.  I need him more then I can ever even imagine.  I'm dying.  No, I don't have cancer, aids, or whatever.  I don't know what I have.  I don't know what's killing me.  And Doctors?  They don't know either.

My ambien is the only pill I will take, besides the blood thinner pills that keep me alive.  But back to the ambien... just brings me to a lose of words.  It's taken me places that have cured me, made me live.  Every night begins a new adventure that I just hope I will remember.