The Secret Diary of Janey Jones

[sweepthefloor]

A net. You toss it and entangle your victim. Works really good.

Like a body net? We use those to restrain people to the hospital bed! You know, for safety and stuff.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I want to go to college.

I am pretty sure the lecture about learning to 'sell yourself' in a world based on skill sets did not include sucking cock at the blow job convention 2014. I guess I will just keep on selling myself, selling my empathy, and selling my words for someone else's grade.

There is not much you can learn in college that you can't learn in life, by living and making.

 

[YourCaptor]

Like a body net? We use those to restrain people to the hospital bed! You know, for safety and stuff.

Ok what is your specialty anyway, using this kind of equipment?

also

Has a patient ever turned roles on you? Diagnosed you with a serious sperm deficiency and administered the proper injection.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Ok what is your specialty anyway, using this kind of equipment?

also

Has a patient ever turned roles on you? Diagnosed you with a serious sperm deficiency and administered the proper injection.

My specialty is the science of human caring.
I work in Trauma.
Hahahahaha I have only seen the 'body-net' one time, but it's available!

No, I have never been diagnosed by a patient, or experienced any role reversal. I have been called lots of names, and nearly punched a few times by traumatic brain injured patients. They get impulsive and wild.

I am real good at the getting out of the way of a hit, and then I calmly go get the sleepy time medicine.

What is your specialty?

 

[YourCaptor]

My specialty is the science of human caring.
I work in Trauma.
Hahahahaha I have only seen the 'body-net' one time, but it's available!

No, I have never been diagnosed by a patient, or experienced any role reversal. I have been called lots of names, and nearly punched a few times by traumatic brain injured patients. They get impulsive and wild.

I am real good at the getting out of the way of a hit, and then I calmly go get the sleepy time medicine.

What is your specialty?

My specialty is impulsively hitting girls while I call them names, such as "mine" and "your're gonna have my rape baby"... um, I think that counts.

However I do this after applying the net, cause I don't like it when they get out of the way.

I love to administer the sleepy time medicine too! We have so much in common.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I think that counts Captor. Do they ever get away, do they want to get away?

 

[sweepthefloor]

What color Pantone blue are you?

They can tear the metal face off your house for 0.8 cents a pound but they can’t break into the fort. They can’t steal souls and they can’t rip off creative. It’s just what happens when you stand vulnerable in the face of violence and refuse to leave. They can violate your art but they just become part of the art, because now I have to make more art to replace my ruins.

This is innocence and energy after years of theft. You can steal the clothes off my body too, but you can’t steal the metal off my heart. It’s in a well-known cage. If you take me to the scrap yard junker men—they will fuck you up.

 

[LoudFastHarley]

Blue is my favorite color
you always look amazing in red

 

[YourCaptor]

I think that counts Captor. Do they ever get away, do they want to get away?

No and yes.

But I'm a nice guy, so I make sure they know what happens if they take one step too close.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Blue is my favorite color
you always look amazing in red

thank you. i like all colors, i am not crazy about yellow, but i like light orange.

 

[sweepthefloor]

No and yes.

But I'm a nice guy, so I make sure they know what happens if they take one step too close.

You fire a warning shot?

 

[sweepthefloor]

The cooler is filled with the dirty old ice from the last year summer. It is packed with hypothermic preserved hearts. The soon melting ice tries to protect the cold box. The environment battles and the cold hearts sing: Let us be, set us free. All the hearts know about warm hope and optimism. And next year they will jump full failure into the shelter of the icebox-- to freeze again.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I think one's feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions, which bring results. ~Florence Nightingale

There is a shipping container and the door is locked from the outside. I am trapped inside with a torch. I don't know how to use it, but I learn. I don't know how to feel, but I learn, and burn. I blow holes in every corner, and the sunlight shines in while I sit in the center of my universe. The shipping container world. I don't have a pencil. I have this torch, and these feelings make actions that lead to results.

 

[sweepthefloor]

And it's always been like this, so I stocked myself back on the love shelf. I have piled the inventory like an emotional hoarder and some lover will buy my feelings. It's ten cents a tear my dear, and a hot clean bubble bath tub.

Take what you need and be on your way.

 

[LoudFastHarley]

There is nothing some hula hooping can not cure

 

[sweepthefloor]

There is nothing some hula hooping can not cure

Hold on, the hoop spins fast like the earth on it's own rod. If I am the earth the hoop is the whirl and I will be back in it soon.

 

[sweepthefloor]

And some people grow up, and how that happens we don’t know. It just happens. Some people are insane, or they are just happy. There is a horror in every story, and a revolution at every the end. We are the defenders of smiles, the leaders of hope, and the not looker backers.

We are the hookers of love and we are paid with your tears. We lick up wet salt deposits for the heart bankers. Our equity has no monetary value but we are the richest.

 

[LoudFastHarley]

Sweep away all my troubles with your words

 

[sweepthefloor]

Sweep away all my troubles with your words

Sweeping troubles off the floor is my specialty, like sweeping up broken dishes, and the mirrors that I crack. If you are a broken dish, I am a soft brush broom.

 

[LoudFastHarley]

Sweeping troubles off the floor is my specialty, like sweeping up broken dishes, and the mirrors that I crack. If you are a broken dish, I am a soft brush broom.

Can you use your nursing skills to put me back together?

I'll have to watch some Janey videos to ease the pain

 

[sweepthefloor]

Can you use your nursing skills to put me back together?

I'll have to watch some Janey videos to ease the pain

If you are in an ICU bed, I will help put you back together.
If you are home, I will use the crazy glue of love to put you back together.

 

[LoudFastHarley]

If you are in an ICU bed, I will help put you back together.
If you are home, I will use the crazy glue of love to put you back together.

Can we combine the 2 for a special treatment? Love glue in a bed please

 

[sweepthefloor]

Can we combine the 2 for a special treatment? Love glue in a bed please

The ICU bed is a strange combination of a pain and relief cycle. It's a scary bed to be in. I can only imagine what it must be like, to wake up tied to the bed with tubes in every hole. 1/2 awake, 1/2 sleeping drugged with sedation and analgesia and unable to communicate. It's a horror story from some crime novel, except it's not a crime. Its the pursuit of repair with some nurse whispering: You are in the hospital. If you understand, squeeze my hand.

The love glue, the dermabond crazy glue on the heart is a much better fix.

 

[sweepthefloor]

In the rain with the plastic clogs and the clear umbrella dome I ran from here to there. I can't wait to get back to my own head and write for myself. I woke up two hours early. It's the crush of academics and the increasing job demand.

I don't remember how it all started. I don't know where to start. I was the day-dreamer in the class room. The looker-out- the window wondering what lays beyond the black top. I tried not to rip the loose hem from my plaid jumper skirt. The kind of skirt you wear for years, letting the stitch out year, by year. One day there is no stitch to let out. It's too short, and it makes the knees look large.

 

[phoenixrhys]

In the rain with the plastic clogs and the clear umbrella dome I ran from here to there. I can't wait to get back to my own head and write for myself. I woke up two hours early. It's the crush of academics and the increasing job demand.

I don't remember how it all started. I don't know where to start. I was the day-dreamer in the class room. The looker-out- the window wondering what lays beyond the black top. I tried not to rip the loose hem from my plaid jumper skirt. The kind of skirt you wear for years, letting the stitch out year, by year. One day there is no stitch to let out. It's too short, and it makes the knees look large.

This is so beautiful. I've been perusing this thread from the beginning. I love the way you write, and the way your mind whispers. I was the daydreamer, too, and my mind still whispers to me, even when I don't want to hear it.