sunday secret -7-

my palestine

this whore of a life

the dearest thing to your heart taken away forever. for reasons you'll never be able to grasp no matter how hard you try.

others seem to though. it makes sense to them. the logic of what's at stake. your uprising is getting you nowhere and it's only doing harm to you and everyone around you . you are needed somewhere else and this is what is expected from you because you are good strong responsible human beings.

you try to resist. over and over. till you're crushed. till there are no more weapons and no more hopes and no more will.

the thought of someone else breathing your air and sleeping in your bed and growing the tulips in your garden.

the realization that if this were to be a different reality none of this would have happened in the first place. that if this were a different time and a different place things would be so simple and justice would be a given and not an impossible quest. you still dont understand. you're like the women in Inland Empire.

you try to move on.

different faces different places. you genuinely try to forget because the whore left you no choice. and the harder you try the clearer it becomes that you're not only desperately trying to kid yourself, but you're pathetically lousy at it. every olive you eat is an olive branch. every scarf you wear. every glass of wine. every song every leaf every body every sunset every drop of rain.

and at night you dream of eternal sunshine. to be hit by a train and to wake up to nothingness. nothingness is the best you can wish for.

you tie yourself up and you slap your face over and over until you're blinded by your own tears. and when you cant take the torture anymore you turn around and glance at the place that's being offered to you instead. with its fake garden and fancy car and 'bright future'. you look back.

your home. under your skin. perpetual scars that won't heal.





you'll always be my home no matter where i sleep

thoughts of the day

- i hate my life
- i hate my life
- who's the slut!
- i hate my life

today

i met Ramzy Baroud

ggttca

my two cents on the Science museum and co.: huge mistake.
let the guy talk, hear him out, and then grill him. it's called debate.
censorship is boring.

to Watson. it's not cool. it's pathetic actually. not because you're a racist sexist moron, every other guy on the street is, so it really doesn't make you special in any way. but next time you decide to share one of your brilliant ideas with the world, at least have the decency to back it up with something, anything! otherwise it's no fun!!
not only do you lack scientific basis, but you also ignore the history, economics, and politics behind the tragedy in Africa.
just stick to the double helix and let's move on.

i'm cloudy with showers and possibility of thunderstorms

thought of the day

i'm pissed off at the whole fucking world. all of it!

great minds

We're about to get scooped. one day very soon we're gonna wake up and find our research nicely written up and published without us having anything to do with it.

lisa's working 14 hours a day. She's experiencing frequent episodes of critical thinking and genuine interest in very boring stuff. we're really worried.


we love flossing.

laila had an amazing dream yesterday. then we woke up with our nails pinned down to our palms. lulu was furious.

but. looking at the bright side, we still enjoy our special bridget jones moments throughout the day, and we remain dyslexic.

and we got a haircut today.
not only that, the whole thing including the roundtrip cost us 25 minutes and 20 dollars. the actual time we spent on that chair was 7 minutes. isn't that awesome.

and we all miss you.especially lulu.

fiiine. too much pressure from my 2 and a half fans.
cant a girl take a break around here?