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i know it's not very that nice to exploit your estranged friends lucid psychotic confessionals on the interweb and all- but since Tomoko and I were both institutionalized within the same 5 month period and taken from out beautiful Bushwick home and enslaved in psych wards- i feel that we have a special understanding for one another.
i really love her and i hope my sharing our personal conversations don't come across as me poking fun or poor little loco tomoko.
"I wanna know, douglous, who really put you in the hospital.
I wanna know, who really put me in the hospital.
And I was really surprised you brought a gun to my friend.
He was gonna pay you money. why did you bring the gun?
I said that lady downstairs is not a good person. But you did not listen
what I said.
Tell me your number I will call you from here.
talk you later "
[-Tomoko, august 28th, 2007]
insider information: i didn't bring the gun to her friend, but like i'm totally on her side about getting even with who really put us in the hospitals.
i hope we get to meet up soon,
but on the other hand my new roomate moved in today...
okay, maybe it's just Moonliver and maybe she hates ypsilanti more than me even- but even with her attitude and constant flirtatious chirping she stirs up less roomate drama than Tomoko's pschizophrenic antics and accusations.
-edit- upon posing for this photo Moonliver scratched me- this bitch is crazy, i'm having her picked up by the ward and waitin for T'kos callback... wishmeluckcolour me . . .:  anxious playing::: tighten up - ymo |
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now i live in ypsilanti.
unpacking is depressing.
it's nice to have some breathing room again though.
day to day bullshit is getting out of hand.
i don't know where i'd be without pokémon.
eventually i'm going to have to stop being a hermit though.
....
maybe i'll write letters instead.
my letter writing is getting out of hand too.
maybe if i like the people at my new post office i'll actually mail my mail.
chelsea, michigan totally got the best of me- i admit.
i think if i just never leave this room i'll eventually recover...
reader's are welcome to come loot me of my paper, rocks and scissors after i croak of hermitism.
but i guess it's only been a day- so i'm bound to chin up soon.
when i moved the guy that used to live here left his stuff inside.
he is also like the repair man so maybe i should have felt bad about putting it all in the garage.
who can keep track though-there was a cowboy hat in a box so i feel that justice was served.
either way there's always the river....colour me . . .:  blue, but getting brighter... playing::: dogtown - yoko |
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back in new york w mitch.
life still sucks but ive missed it here.
things are lookin' up.
i'm gonna medicate to sleep and then have a part 2 to my tropical mental health vacation.
part 2 is going to be good or something....
part 1 was just me trying to figure out how it happened.
karlee is a superior hostess. and i'll return to the fucking hand state with katharina back from her journeys.
things are looking up.
i also have my björk tickets.
i also have Nico's Frozen Warning collection which has songs that were cut from marble index and desertshore. they are perfect.
i also fixed my biggest sunglasses.
on the way here mitch and i were bank robbers.
i should go rob a bank with our sunglasses.
gotta go.
ps; don't tell anybody about the bank robbing, it's a secret.
ps; i'm crazy still but like now it's fun.colour me . . .:  accomplished playing::: Réve Réveiller - Nico |
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today i ran out of nickels to buy basic menthol cigarettes...
i had to buy Monarch Menthol.
The lady at the gas station at 6am tried to talk me out of it........
a new day
a new low.
i hate everyone.playing::: we dance alone |
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AHHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
oh dear god sometimes i'm on so many pills it seems like i live here!
AHHhhhhhhh
nobody can figure out what is wrong with me.
.... but i actually turn 20 on may 28th.
i fear the world will run out of smoke-a-rettes.
6. Mai 2007 @ 19:25
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| » voices that go through my imagination and no longer get me institutionalized... |
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my mother: listen to your psychologist-follow your voices!
my father: listen to your psychiatrist - follow your pills!
my dear aunt: listen to me - i'm glad you're in michigan, granted it sucks-follow your smoke-a-rettes!
my sister: listen to college - follow your finances!
my loewy: listen dear- get me some feta cheese, red onions, half a glass of warm tomato juice and 3-5 ice cubes.... follow your wings! ...i fear....you are.... an angel!
my hilda: now listen- this place is for 15-foot asses! let's go to the roof- follow the elevator!
*my new volenteering job is fun.
*my new pay job is achey on the pelvis.
*i hate working for the man
*i miss my artist assistant job
*my job in new york makes me sad. i miss it and my friends and elderly.
*my friends are so scattered throughout all over the place it makes me nauseous
*i have my smoke-a-rettes to keep me warm.
*my current method of transportation is the most like hitchhiking.
answer: i am douglas j kong.
2. Mai 2007 @ 21:59
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| » Good News Bears and Cats in psych ward Pyjamas. |
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Good News!:
part A.) i finally stopped listening to all those Quacks and stopped taking my 'meds'
I'm only as crazy as i was intended to be now. before i was just trying to follow "doctors" orders and stay out of wards but once i started listening to myself and candyland doctors instead of lousy MDs I figured out that i didn't need any of these stupid pills and that they were only making me crazier.
The NYPD scooped me up with several police cars [hint more than 5, and i think it was 7- but i wasn't thinking clearly...] then they beat me to the cement and stepped on my chest and took me to the ward...
I think my problem was that i knew so much to hate the police and that i could run so fast and there was nothing left to be afraid of except the police... so when they were after me, i panicked and mad many mad dashes over the lower east side..
[maybe this explanation wasn't all good news, but it atleast gave a context]
part B.) beginning this May i have not one but two jobs...
-Job #1: a volenteering job with old broads!
my best friend will train me and then i will take his place while he moves on to bigger and better things.
-Job #2: i have to work like lots of hours a fucking week with my fucking sister at Fresh Seasons Market in Ann fucking Arbor... i get Eight fucking dollars a fucking hour and don't get and fucking health insurance and can't even carpool with my fucking sister! .... Atleast this job pays like money though so i'll be back to saving up and figuring stuff out again... and atleast our Dear Aunt shops there so when she's back in town she'll be excited to find that she leaves her pretty neice and poor sick old nephew alone for one fucking week and they both get jobs at an establishment that she knows and approves of. I love my Dear Aunt.
I love my Dear Aunt!- i hope i don't even embarrass her in public!
Job #3: still making things for people i love or atleast don't hate.
[this one i'm not very efficient at anymore.]
although i got 4 letters ready for the mail today, i still have nothing to show for my love for my dear Katharina.
but only because my compulsive handstitching at night leaves my fingers chapped and bloody...
More good news: i'm REALLY good at scaring people! --better than ever!
29. Apr 2007 @ 11:07
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Today i began Reiki 2 with my mother....
although i shook a lot, it was probably good for me.
I miss Fannie.
and new york.
I miss Katharina.
and being hip to hip with her.
even if my pelvis reaches her shoulder...
but for now i have menthol, monsters, and magic in the forest.
i guess it could have been worse.
i never want to eat dairy again.
...again.
I begin my volenteering job next week.
I hope the episodes i have there are not of a psychotic nature...
26. Apr 2007 @ 16:25
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today i was walking on a gloomy day in ann arbor...
when a light insanely bright was standing...
and it showed me that Buddha was a fat pothead.
He was there in his torn up hawian shirt and taped up glasses...
scruffy to the point of no return.
yes he was homeless too...
and i deathkicked him to the concrete.
love kong
26. Apr 2007 @ 00:51
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i have a new car.
it doesn't work yet but it's gonna get finished soon...
it's an oldsmobile just like my first.
only this one is even better.
[although not stolen from my great-grandmother]
Moonie and i are so excited we keep licking ourselves...
...atleast i have an excuse...
Umfrage #968470 Where next?
Open to: Freunde, detailed results viewable to: Alle, participants: 10Where to? When?
17. Apr 2007 @ 19:37
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| » Mae-dee sings the blues.. [dee like dee dub] [also like lady sings the blues] |
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dear björk
thanks a lot for playing the apollo, you bitch.
you could have told me so when i was living on 125th & Broadway and walked by it everyday i could have scolded you and blamed you for my nervous breakdown . . .
Harlem and all it's tall beautiful basketball players are all far away from me now and i'm in chelsea michigan witnessing orange people talk about the mall and fast food.
Cool that you made snl this decade--3 in a row,
but i'm still really bitter and think you should keep me informed a little better...
i hope you're happy now.
fucking bitch.
love kong.
PS: Moonliver's new nickname is Mae West.
she's getting saggy and senile and just licks herself all day long...
she's always trying to attract your attention but when you pet her too much she snaps at you.
you can never hold her either, she's an independent woman.
just hard to hold.
"Sunshine/Moonliver/Mae West"
16. Apr 2007 @ 14:56
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deer jurnel:
today i went on a walk without my cane but i was smoking clove cigarettes because they are my new favourite...
i walked in the forest because that's all there is here to walk on....
then it was snowing....
and i was lost in the woods....
and smoking my clove cigarettes to keep warm.
this is actually....
.... another true story...
thanks for being there....
-douglas in michigan.
[woof]
4. Apr 2007 @ 15:38
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| » to all of you out there.... |
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to all of my readers...
i'm always taking walks to talk to people so i've damaged my foot...
if i ever seem like a madman-this is the reason.
if i ever seem happy then this is the season...
hey everyone--happy springtime!
love douglas kong, the holy ghost of tarantula, and cicada!
3. Apr 2007 @ 13:40
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well i'm here now. [michigan]
damnit....
today i have to walk with a cane and stay in a footbath....
yeah, i have one bad foot.
but now i have ambien.
so who knows what will happen next?
2. Apr 2007 @ 18:48
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Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand
When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands
Are you not loyal to your pride
Are you not on the secret side ?
It's not a crime, a gain to you,
Do you not understand ?
Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand
When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands
Are you not loyal to your pride
Are you not on the secret side ?
It's not a crime, a gain to you,
Do you not understand ?
-Nico
2. Apr 2007 @ 18:42
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Station To Station
The return of the Thin White Duke
throwing darts
in lovers' eyes
Here are we one magical moment
Such is the stuff from
where dreams are woven
Bending sound
Dredging the ocean lost in my circle
Here am I
Flashing no colour tall in this room
overlooking the ocean
Here are we
One magical movement
from ______ to _______ 1
There are you
You drive like a demon
from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke
throwing darts
in lovers' eyes [x2]
The return of the Thin White Duke,
making sure white stains
Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds
to soar with
And once I could
never be down
Got to keep searching
and searching
Oh what will I be believing
and who will connect me with love?
Wonder who wonder who
wonder when
Have you sought fortune evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink drink drain your glass
raise your glass high
[CHORUS 1]
It's not the side-effects of the COCAINE
I'm thinking that it must be love.
It's too late
- to be grateful
It's too late
- to be late again
It's too late
- to be hateful
The european cannon is here
[CHORUS 2]
I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass
without him
It's too late
- to be grateful
It's too late
- to be late again
It's too late
- to be hateful
The European cannon is here
[CHORUS 3]
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show
some kind of glow?
It's too late
- to be grateful
It's too late
- to be late again
It's too late
- to be hateful
The european cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late [5 times]
The European cannon is here
[CHORUS 1]
[song end]
[CHORUS 3]
It's too late [repeat ab inf
song end :)
2. Apr 2007 @ 13:39
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dear livejournal
i'm feeling grrrrrrrrrreat!
2. Apr 2007 @ 10:10
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i hate chelsea michigan.
end quote.
i'm moving soon.
end quote.
1. Apr 2007 @ 00:18
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| » synopsis of february '7, month of the medicated fish |
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i hate living in michigan all over again.
i have gained 25 pounds this month.
i spent more time locked in psych wards and hospitals than not.
i got rid of my car last month because i said to myself that i wouldnt need it and didnt have any intention on living in michigan ever again.
now i have no car and no rides and am stuck here until i am ready to go back to the city.
I however hate new york in the cold so i'm waiting until april and Quilting and doing projects until then.
These projects may include stuff or things or even schools or places and returning to Fannie and Friends at my job.
-but don't hold me to anything i'm a medicated fish.
28. Feb 2007 @ 20:10
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