The Secret Diary of Janey Jones

[sweepthefloor]

Yes. It filled my nostrils with the scent of sutures, mental intactness and midnight sandwiches.

I was behind you with the hummus and the basket of "reduced for quick sale" dreams.

I should get in the 'twenty tears or less' line more often. I will put a few tears back on the shelf for that.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I was going to hang blinds in the windows but then I realized that the Ivy already covered it. My days of getting dressed on the floor are over.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

I like salty and sweet things.

*sigh* Me too. I know...how about we snuggle up in a cotton candy pink n fluffy blankets and rainbow toe socks while I whisper wickedly sweet things in your tender ears until we cry?

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

I should get in the 'twenty tears or less' line more often. I will put a few tears back on the shelf for that.

Are you a member of our Frequent Crier club?

 

[sweepthefloor]

*sigh* Me too. I know...how about we snuggle up in a cotton candy pink n fluffy blankets and rainbow toe socks while I whisper wickedly sweet things in your tender ears until we cry?

I like rainbows. The kind that the light from our eyes make through the rain storm of tears. Look! There is a pot of gold in our hearts!

 

[sweepthefloor]

Are you a member of our Frequent Crier club?

Where do I sob up?

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

I like rainbows. The kind that the light from our eyes make through the rain storm of tears. Look! There is a pot of gold in our hearts!

Wow. So terribly sweet I now have a cavity.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Where do I sob up?

Fill out a card at the servicing desk with all the pertinent gauzy poetry. So that we can track your cries, sobs, tears and sentimental moments. In this way, we can market products more effectively to you, such as whole grain melancholia, which is now free of trans fat, and $1 off for club members.

Cancel at any time.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Wow. So terribly sweet I now have a cavity.

Seems like I will have to drill a hole and fill it with my silver soul.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Fill out a card at the servicing desk with all the pertinent gauzy poetry. So that we can track your cries, sobs, tears and sentimental moments. In this way, we can market products more effectively to you, such as whole grain melancholia, which is now free of trans fat, and $1 off for club members.

Cancel at any time.

The business of crying, investing in tears- the futures seem unpredictable. This is a great depression. The stock is cheap.

It won’t stop us from ticker-tape-parading, will it?

 

[sweepthefloor]

This morning I called the landscaper on his cell phone. I said: Hi, this is Janey.

He must have thought I was his secret lover, or something cause he whispered: I can’t see you this week, don’t call me. I will call you.

I was confused.

I said: What? The weeds are getting out of control and I don’t have a whacker.

He said: I will be over next week to give you a price for this year!

 

[sweepthefloor]

"would you dangle a black patent pump from your toes to tease a fella like me?"

And somewhere deep inside the most dangerous part of me I contemplate turning my pretty sadness into merry madness. I could take it out on the fella and fill the hole that I dug out of my chest. Make him beg as I would beg. Punish him for the hurt of my lifetime. It’s not right, but it can’t be wrong if he likes it.

 

[sweepthefloor]

When I was a kid I used to hitchhike to the mall to steal all the coins from the wishing well fountains. I rode the bus home with a bag full of loose change and pockets full of wishes.

I rode in silence like a criminal: the wish thief. I stole their dreams, and they never knew why they didn’t come true.

I would hold a penny and wonder: what were you thrown in the water for? And then I would eat dinner and sleep with a belly full of ‘what they wanted.’

 

[waaitg]

I rode in silence like a criminal: the wish thief. I stole their dreams, and they never knew why they didn’t come true.

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." W.B. Yeats

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

The business of crying, investing in tears- the futures seem unpredictable. This is a great depression. The stock is cheap.

It won’t stop us from ticker-tape-parading, will it?

What we need is a New Deal: a massive program of aggressive sadness-building that will bring dignity to the American tearjerker.

No ticker tape. Just medical tape over our tickers.

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

Seems like I will have to drill a hole and fill it with my silver soul.

*nods slowly and desperately hopes she will be spared the novocaine*

 

[sweepthefloor]

I love rain.

 

[sweepthefloor]

The uncircumcised penis thought- He is not jewish, catholic or muslim. There is no covenant here. Does this make the act less sinful for me? Will I somehow be ‘off the hook’ this one time?

 

[sweepthefloor]

I always wanted to be one of the beautiful ones.

I was too pale for the sport and my coach would pinch my face cheeks, rupture the little capillaries under my thin skin and tell me to bite my lips.

I thought: I am just here to do cartwheels, back hand-springs, and show off my panty cover-ups.

 

[sweepthefloor]

What we need is a New Deal: a massive program of aggressive sadness-building that will bring dignity to the American tearjerker.

No ticker tape. Just medical tape over our tickers.

You have my vote.

 

[sweepthefloor]

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." W.B. Yeats

“But I, being rich throated, have only my mouth. I have spread my lips about your manhood. Tread hard because you tread on my heart mouth.” ~Me

 

[sweepthefloor]

*nods slowly and desperately hopes she will be spared the novocaine*

Are you sure? You might end up begging for the laughing vapor.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Meet me in the shed. We can whisper secrets, fuck or make little sculptures with the pile of scrap-metal-for-cash.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I am running away with the next man that has city water, a stove, and a rust free bathtub. I will make it that simple. I think it is time I get my priorities organized, especially as I sit here willing myself to get into the tub.

I remember when that was all I wanted. I don’t know how: I want him to beat me with a belt sometimes idea took over.

There is a hierarchy of needs that must be met and I am still struggling with the being human basics.

 

[sweepthefloor]

If you can’t be with the one you love, take the hurt out on the one you are with. Then give him a BJ, make him a sandwich and kiss him cause it’s really not his fault you are crazy in the head.