User Profile
Add Friend
Add Note
Track User
Send Message
Send V-Gift
ronnie the robot's birthday party
Created on 2004-07-25 19:42:29 (#3945571), last updated 2004-09-07
39 comments received, 52 comments posted
Basic Account [Gift]
22 Journal Entries, 0 Tags, 0 Memories, 0 Virtual Gifts, 3 Userpics
Basic Info| Name: | artichoke heart |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 02-16 |
| Location: | Poway, California, United States |
BioGladys had a new problem. Now it was the puddles. They reflected the sun, which had eaten (ate? ated? eatened? perched?) her the day before. She would look down and see the light reflected in the water, and it was trapped! Why couldn't it get out? Why? Why was everything reflected into the man-made pothole formations of water, except for her? Why did Gladys never see herself? Did it mean that she was NOT trapped?
She could escape? But she was locked up in a poultry factory. Her grandfather owned it, and she slept in the freezer. That was why she always wore many layers of heavy sweaters. Gladys always wanted to sleep in the extra bedroom right next to it. It had velvet walls, a velvet floor, and a bubble machine. The bed was softer than air & lighter than a diet snackbar.
She jumped in the puddles on her way there. She wanted to be trapped in warm water instead of a freezer with chicken carcases for pillows and ice for blankets.
She jumped, and mirrors exploded. They jumped everywhere, they had sharp edges and impaled the passerbys.
My name is Dr. Prescotte Z'nigje. I work at the Arizona State Penetentary hospital, mental division. Gladys is a regular patient of mine. She is highly delusional, and displays terrible anxiety when chicken comes up on the cafeteria menu.
She was sentenced for 30 years a few months back, for stabbing 22 people to death. She just turned 14.
"I'm so sure. I've never been so sure of anything in my life. You can't take that away from me, that I used to have certainty in life. I knew that the water was a mirror, but I didn't know it would hurt all those people. I didn't know. It was water. Water sustains life, it doesn't turn into knives and kill people."
Gladys rambles on for a while. I write her a pescription.
Gladys sees reality and a child's mere daydreams as one. She doesn't know the difference, she wants to convince everyone in this forsaken shithole that they're going to turn into moths and fly out the vents in the windows, and be happy and buzz so much that they annoy everyone to the point of insanity. Then they'll be the sane ones.
She's truly a dreamer of the most dangerous kind.
My name's Nicole. I'm a Christian, a fangirl, an aspiring amateur filmmaker, and a lazy-ass. I'm 16 and I live in San Diego. I think I'm boring, but whatever.
ConnectInterests (12):
1920's baby bonnet blue, 555-fuschia, gravitational cosmic matter green, jesus christ, marie ant-orange, missgirl pink, motown-shoe mauve, radical christianity, rollercoaster red, watermelon, why-i-never! white, yam yellow
External Services:
 | ohthefools@livejournal.com |
Friends [View Entries] Friends (38):
_tentative, being_homeless, bitterkiss, bitterness, blushingmad, burnlikethesun, cultstatus, damselgraffiti, dramaculous, dressgirlthing, eventide, fadingslowly, fallensnowdrop, heartography, insearchof1988, kissmahfeets, lovewondered, mayberry, novacancies, octygold, opal6983, poisonstream, presqueciel, purplesneakers, radio_star, remedios_varo, shorthand, sugercoated, surrendering, taintedsunday, theghostgirl, theysoldjesus, toomanystars, turnbacktime, valiumblue, venusfreak, wasntmybullet, wordsnotspoken
Friend of (17):
Communities [View Entries]
Feeds [View Entries] Watching (0)
