memory_box moonshine You've become a member of the hopeless memory box. I remember the red_couch and when I was oh so resenting my view. And the boy on the balcony who lost all his marbles that I chased around the rooms until I found out where he slept just so I could gawk at his painted door for a clue. When I tried to slip into the basement to sleep on the empty pool table. From here it doesn't all seem so bad whatever it was. 010122 ... stupidpunkgirl my memories of you: printed out emails, the paper that you wrote your phone number on, the pink pen you found on the studio's floor, the ticket of the play we went to together, and a part of me no one will ever see. 010122 ... silentbob You said "Somewhere there's a box full of replacement parts to all the tenderness we've broken or let rust away. Somewhere sympathy is more than just a way of leaving. Somewhere someone says 'I'm sorry.' Someone's making plans to stay." So tell me it's okay. weakerthans 010122 ... grendel i've padlocked my head pandora's box lies within do not open this warning cast in stone 010123 ... kerry i do have a real one it is from the 1800s, wooden treasure-box Treasure Island style, brass locks and corners, my aunt bought it for my 13th birthday from an antique store. so, inside it i keep my favorite photographs and letters, old diaries, stuff from being... little me. 011224 ... unhinged full of pics piks set lists ticket stubs street posters 011224 ... ever dumbening December 24 and the twigs surrounding serve as the wood for one of mine. Inside: a slap across my face from my mother; a nervous breakdown in Beijing; a tree glowing with candles and straw stars in our livingroom in Tübingen; the last time we saw each other and the last time I cried; my brother's shy cat asleep with me in Arlington; and tonight--pleasant, and likely to escape easily from the box. 011225 ... dB We go out to the yard, and we dig. In the still of a cold night the only sounds are the scrape of shovels on small stones and the dead clump of dropping earth. Finally... "THUNK!" What is this? Strange and curious thing. A casket of some kind perhaps? A treasure chest? We lift the ancient locker out of the ground and place it on the overgrown grass beside. One by one, the nails are torn screaming from ancient hardwood, until the last wretched spike is pulled lose. Lifting the lid, we are washed over by the passing air as some hideous flapping beast flies out into the night. A truly horrible demon almost transucent in the moonlight, hardly descernable, almost translucent. A shadow. Screaming in furious anger the beast ascends into the black. The demons of my past, excorsied and torn out of their cage. My memories no longer torment me. The are merely there in a foggy haze, flying into the night sky never to bother me again. 011225 ... dB minus one point for repetition. Sorry, it's christmas and I've had too much to drink. So you'll forgive me if I do not stand. 011225 ... becclebee i never open my memory box i tried a few times, but it hurts too much i move on i try to forget until such a time as it opens itself up when i am not watching and spills a stain upon the carpet so i move the box 011225 ... god burn it 020405 ... hopeunknown I stare back at the reflections of my childhood and remember the careless laughter and how ignorance was bliss god, I wish I could be her again but this ugly black-hearted teenage body consumed the adorable sweet soul that was the girl I used to be... but the memories rejuvinate her within 030120 ... paralizing passion Untill i think of something really good to write i leave you with this I want dB to e-mail me horsei_gurl2@hotmail.com or any 1 else who feels like it 030507 what's it to you? who go blather from