bathroom thenestor It's where I go pee. It's where I like to be. It's where I can see The cap of my knee. 981120 ... k girls scrawl the names of other girls they hate on the yellow tile walls and on the plastic stalls. (others write the names of their loves) people cut their arms and smoke and cry, sobbing inwardly. there is nothing i can do to stop it. nothing to ease this pain. 981121 ... leslie public: tiles and flurorescent lights, varying degrees of cleanliness. private: yummy soap in metal dish, a couple of plants, a nice striped shower curtain, all the necessary provisions for daily ablutions. 990528 ... Ned is the focus of Pulp Fiction. The genius of that movie is that everything important happens in a bathroom: people are getting shot in the bathroom, shooting other people FROM the bathroom, constantly talking about how they need to go to the bathroom. It's revolutionary. 990927 ... old hick a.k.a. the study 000127 ... acuhymen i find solitude no where else. when i emerge from the bathroom, then i shall be free. 000226 ... Chrity go to: i_have_words 010408 ... startfires "i read four-letter words in the bathroom stalls and in the union halls american revolution is unfinished" american steel 010525 ... jestification she wrote that shit on the wall in the bathroom for all to see and i ripped it down and burned it and threw it in the toilet and flushed it.......because i see milli-second flashes of her mock smiles and curly hair........her snickering ass can kiss my ass........ and what is up with the girlie grafitti like middle school loops and hearts. i'm suprised she didn't say "forever" or some ultra cheesy shit....... she was just declaring.... she must have doubts....... she must. to be so nice to me. to tag the wall with cheese for the groupies to cry while sitting on the toilet.... for me to see...because i'd evently wander in to read my poetry. she must. have read my shit....and realized her hearts and loups could never compare. she must toss her hair. one. more. time. she must. 011218 ... ClairE It's where I go to cry. And talk on the phone. If I smoked it'd be there too. I'm glad I have a private bathroom. I like to use Celine's towels and snicker that she doesn't know. You could fill our bathtub with the tears I've spilled in there. 011218 ... Fire&Roses an esacpe from the boredom... striding down the halls to the room with till walls and it's little metal stals with the writing on the walls. I read the writing there and joy turns to despair. Read the writing there before I leave to brush my hair... Love Hurts. 011219 ... Mahayana hal 'al-ghurfa maca l-hammâm? [cuz i will [not] take it if there is not one][two is even better][stereo flushing is like tiny tornados of symphonic functations] 020205 ... joskia gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...gotta go...!!!!! 020320 ... madhatter Kingdom of thoughts and wisom the throne of waste is my home. 020907 ... reitoei i hate to say the obvious, but your house is full of shit. (perhaps you are too?) 020907 ... nobody special is sometimes way to far away for comfort 030325 ... rf pubic 040101 ... jezabel trysts 040102 ... kait you have absoloutly no idea how many times i screamed your name while i sat on THAT toilet. 040926 ... Church of LSD The tiles are alive. Every little tile, sitting there in that floor, is looking up at me. 061116 ... thes I have the greatest ideas here, but never remember them when I leave. When I am old I shall live in a bathroom, and only communicate with others via yelling down the pipes, then they can use the ideas. 081231 what's it to you? who go blather from