i'm going through a phase where my "poetry" hath become sort of sugar coated rantings with no semblance to anything except rantings. i should prolly go back to cummings-esque writing. it's self indulgent, aesthetically pleasing...but i can't bring up blood at anytime i want to. i need to write more things relating to sexual violence. its not promoted enough.

my health teacher thinks AIDS is a good thing. he thinks it wipes out people who are bad. i think he should knock heads with someone with AIDS, then reassess his values.

also-- i have a lot of ideas on feminism. new feminism. i should write a manifesto. new feminists should be killed. i should like to walk down the streets with the likes of bukowski and hemingway. fuck "respect." you're not going to win respect by having meetings and sitting around. you have respect by going out and straddling a man and teaching him how uneducated he is. tie him around your pinky. thats beyond respect. women are so afraid to objectify themselves that they forget how to use their cunts to objectify themselves for their benefit. i'm talking like a whore again. whoops.