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god
you are so fucked up i wonder if i could love you or something
dig that website

raymi

was that you with the mask thing? i was gonna say
hi, but you're too fast for me. are you a ninja?

chewy valentine,

jose

raymi

yeah hi.

I made a post the other day that might have fucked you, (and ten thousand other bloggers off), something about not posting pics of my tits twat and ass and so on and so on.

I was going to delete it cause when I made it I was trippin off my fucken face and having a major vent about life in fucken general, I didn't mean to offend or upset anyone.

Your blog and your writing is awesome, and some of the stuff you write is out and out fucken brilliant.
You have a lot of talent as an artist and writer.

So Im sorri if I pissed you off, ( I may not have, for all I know you might not have even fucken read it and I'll be sitting here looking like a twat with cum on my face), but if you did read it, I just wanted to let you know it wasn't directed at you personally or your work.

I know there are sadistic assholes out there who want to flame you and make you feel like shit and I didn't want you to add me to the list.

seeya

error404

raymi i need advice about a guy...

i'm 21, drunk, and in love with my roommate. although, i don't know if it's really love. i hate myself. what's an insecure girl to do?

sincerely,
lela

hi raymi, i stumbled upon your website, and noticed you have the most beautiful eyes let alone the rest of your body, but most of all the fact you put up your feelings and whatnot on the internet, i not only read almsot everything but i took it all in. i dont know really who you are, well i mean from what i red but no intelectually. so i also dont know if you have messenger,or if you answer any emails you get, but i wouldnt doubt it. i like the look of you naked, your beautiful, i bet you dont need some fag such as myself( not literally but in a sense.). i am in fact younger then you, not of age really, i jsut turned 16, btu that doesnt mean we cant talk or exchange emails messages, i would like that, have the snes of friendship beyond borders, so perhaps ill hear from you perhaps i wont. but i hope i do. and if i spelt anything wrong its cuz i have too big of hands for this keyboard, sorry
-joe

Raymi,

Your blog rules. the writing is like raymond chandler and, together with the pics, create a nice, free-floating sense of menace, but its also hot. keep it up.

- James

"She laughed in between shuddering breaths. Her little death was his big death . . . ."

raymi

subject 1
do u like verbal abuse? i love it (being the passive side of it, i mean)

subject 2
quote "exploiting ignorant perverts on the web" (one of your blogs)
i'd love to be exploited by you
answering everything you want to know,... being your guinea pig :)

Raymi,

You seem to be getting better looking with age. You are truly the best and i still love you.

Jefferson Hayman

Hi Raymi.

I'm sick of playing high school popularity games with people who think they are cool.

I'm also done associating with people who think it's so cool to fake like they have drug and depression problems. It's not very fucking funny when one has real drug and depression problems.

People just read my pages because they want to see me fuck up. They don't realize how that makes a person feel. The more popular I get the more I always hate my readers, because it isn't a game and I'm not making anything up, it's my real life and I have problems.

Hope you are OK.

S

Wow Raymi,

I can't believe that it has been a year.

The last time I spoke to Rebecca, it was in February or so. She was living in the Sherbourne/Dundas area and still addicted and turning tricks. She had a new "boyfriend", but needed money and food.

I have not heard from her since.


How are things with you?

raymi,
just discovered your blog the other day at work. im intrieged (sp)
by the way your mind works...

just thought i'd say hi and let you know how i enjoy your blog...

feel free to respond to this email...i got aim and msn too if need be.
im always up for a convo with a likeminded introvert...maybe its
extrovert...oh well

btw - 20/m philadelphia

hmm...guess thats it. no worries about not responding if you dont want
too...

enjoy the day!

-alex

hi raymi.

word i feel like i know you except i don't really only through anti
one of my favorite online boys and kinda tyranny from reading his page
and of course your page.

so here i am online chatting with anti and i told him this thing that
i'm gonna tell you in a bit and he told me to hit you up.

things that came up:

1. photos on blogs and shit. like. going through my archives i find
eight hundred million pictures of myself. anti's like "me too" then
i'm like "nah but all my shits are flattering. best side best light
crop the fucked up squinty eye or whatever and pretend i only have
half a face but it's fucking perfect."

kinda sucka ass. but word. that's my stee. perfect or just not.

i'm digressing.

that's when i brought you up because you just post pictures, yo.
true, i think they are mostly lovely but they aren't careful, you
know? very raw.

basically: that takes heart. it's admirable.

2. i bought tyranny cigs. then the drug store down the block closed
and i wilded out in that bitch buying very pink and sweet and stupid
things and realized i clearly was not just shopping for a manly man.
who else is in canada? why you are, of course.

*note. i default to dork when i'm unsure. ha. many styles and they
all desert me in shit like this. bless your heart if you've read this
far. moresomoreso if you've not made a gagging motion with your hand*

3. not mentioned to anti but. i'm still trying to figure out why i
haven't emailed you before now. cause i'm a hater, prolly. word.

tonight though finds me high and happy and all tucked in. so owning
that i think you're dope and heretofore unimagined is quite easy. go
figure.

sobriety sucked dick.

ahight. i suppose that's it. i've got some stuff to send you.
should i just send it with tyranny's stuff or can i send directly to
you? anti will vouch for my non-stalkerness. word.

peas.
angelina

ps: i'm thedetox.com by the way. or whatever. sometimes. just look
for the page with only flattering golden stellar pictures and that'll
be me.

pps: rule, yo. life loves a savage.

Dear Raymi,

I suspect that I'm like many of your regular readers. My eye was initially captured by the quirky, semi-naked photographs, but it's the nigh-on incomprehensible streams of consciousness that keep me coming back for more.

There is something irrepressibly self-absorbed about your pictures. It looks at times like you're trying to climb into the camera in order to get closer to yourself. They seem ridiculous, childishly coquettish, but more than a little haunting, too. The way it seems to me, anyway.

On reading your recent entry on the hateful e-mails you've received lately, I wanted to know what they actually said. I read the Comments that people had made in response to your entry, but found their bland encouragements cravenly sicophantic(sp?).

Frankly, I can see why someone might be riled by your writing style. But accusing you of considering yourself "fucking special" seems to me a little like calling Jack Kerouac self-indulgent. I can't think of any way to qualify that assertion, but there it is. Of course you think yourself extra-special, why else would write a blog? The excuse of the self-indulgent tirade is entertainment. I find you extremely entertaining. Keep it up.

I hope your medication is treating you well.

Regards,

Tim

I live on a chain

and you share the same last name,

as a joke,

I sent a bottle of whiskey,

as you choked,

I knew it made you feel dirty,

And I was waiting over here

for life to begin,

I was looking for the new thing,

And you were the sunshine

heading my front-line,

I was alone,

you were just around the corner from me.

Time alone is good,

I spend my days in the city,

Dirty neighborhood,

you know youll never convince me,

So I sold the town away,

I couldnt wait to forget you,

I was killed in half a day,

I hadnt time to regret you

she turned away what was she looking at

kids are different today

when it gets dark i tow your heart away

there is nothing you can do that can't be done

the summer sun set a vicious circus when shadows held the world in place but today i felt a chill in my apartment's coolest place

and if you get to a falling star you'll only see my reflection

i look at all the lonely people

i definitely live in an alternate universe. what day is it? it's friday. it's friday? yes.

look at him working, darning his socks in the nite when nobody's there.

don't be fooled by the smack that i talk i'm still i'm still raymi from the blog

see the bluuuud on all my fingers. that's because i am hardcore. i'll put them fingers in your bitchmouth, bitch. anyway. i shotgunned a bottle of water yesterday. i stabbed it with a pencil and drank from the hole and thought this is dumb fuck this and left it there for someone else to spill water all over themself thought more of it dumped it out and went on my merry way.

hey dude i'm political and i write just fine and yes those sadphony girls write very nicely and deep down they are big racists to the extreme. i already don't care so shut up about it.

i sweat tons when i sleep and when i wake up my hair is so curly and wavy and dumb and i'm like where was i? my dreams are just retarded. i had to be on a train or a bus and i was running for it and when i got on everyone was foreign err i was foreign to them and such well anyway it was all very weird and i don't feel like getting into it so, so.

i feel bad about the things i said about sorroritypony but well it was all true. i hope i didn't inspire them stopping their site, seriously, and i am not that bigheaded and self-flattering to say i could cause something like that but ya... na na na nuh, NA NA NA NAAA Hey Hey HEY, goodbye.

in other news, we did it like monkeys with wings and sweaty thighs and retarded eyes and i grew a penis.

here are jamie's fag dogs. cool story.

caption this.

why can't we just fucking get along.

why can't i have a thousand cigarettes in my mouth.

i met with wamp and he is like please talk shit about this underwear to me kuz no one will. i knew what he meant tho he didn't say it in those words. i tried on a pair. they look good. they're like seamless chiffon mesh shit to cum all over all over. wamp stands for where are my panties? oh right over there under the heap of jeans and pumas with lube you slonky.

i can't believe it's after six already. today there was a bit of drama afoot. i was sweating and pacing the garage on the fone and i had to change my shirt and i kinda fell up the stairs.

i want chinese.

i am chinese.

jeff at mojo is playing my audblogs for some hussy and 1021. nice. i'm like i had a radio show it bombed i have a cd of my first broadcast it's embarassing huge embasrassing failure.

i told schrader i have a four-pack now and he laughed at me then i showed angelo's mum and she goes ya she definitely does.

i hate the angryhorse sisters but not passionately just thoroughly they are so boring and resort to photo posts of them with bread in restaurant booths, cellphones on table and fingers pointed at their chins false inquisitive-looking. you are boring. boring. i wont even link you and i hate saying your name kuz it's press for you and maybe you get a zillion hits daily but that's kuz yer young and all-american vapidity and that basically makes up your entire readership. your sorrority-mentality is nauseating. you talk and talk yet say nothing. it's cool you've realised there's a call for what you're up to, documenting your terribly predictible lives on your secretly want to bone each other website complete with living vicariously through our daughters parents. thank you for confirming all beliefs of girls like you existing, like that of seventh heaven meets dawson's creek (sans anything remotely cool about the show) in all your pussyness glory.

ps am i wrong?

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**ten minutes later still no response.

dude, panama will be rude. me and angelo are going to be niggerlobsters when we get home. he's getting tickets now and yes i am paying my own way. stupids. we went for jap food last nite and it all came out to us in slow motion we smoked like crazzy waiting and waiting and this girl was hot with buck teeth pigtails and a fake lv bag. nice.

hot sake hot day hot.

why are asian restaurants obsessed with their toilets not clogging. there was a sign in my stall that i took down (pic later) that said if you want to avoid clogging use less toilet paper. dur. fucking dur. western restaurants don't have signs like this. i thought well maybe their plumbing is sketchy but no, there is no fucking way that every asian restaurant in the world has bad plumbing that is far too coincidental.

i propose someone start the asian bathroom notice blog. angelo was like well that sign wasn't in MY bathroom so i guess it's a tampon thing in the chick's loo. i guess well, they don't have toilet paper where they're at so when they come to canada they go tp crazy and stop up the toilets but north americans are all use to tp so 6 squares will suffice.

my point is made somewhere in this post just not in english.

surry.

www.ghetto-blaster.com says:

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not the diggler says:

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www.ghetto-blaster.com says:

hehehe or like
"A new show on Global"

im going to panama july third for one week because i am amazing. amazing. i need a vaykay anyway though everyday of my life is a vacation. my cabby last nite/3am freaked me out a bit i felt like i had to remind him why life isn't shit and about his kids and once i started trash-talking the town and people with money in general, he was satisfied and opted for not blowing us all to hell. i was like ya man i'm cool the way i am but it would be nice to have more money and then he pulled into my drive and was like what are you talking about miss this is a rich houe rich area RICH so i pulled out my big ten dollar bill and said keep the change, all one dollar and twenty-five cents of it, it's all you dude.

i'm gonna do mad audblog posts now. i hope it stays nice out. the moisture in the air totally fucks up everything cool about my hair. always. i'm gonna look at this beat generation book i got for my dad at christmas a couple years back. glory days in greenwich village.

i think i ordered the scurry tornado weather. it's overish now. good. i got the best banner on my site now. i cant handle my mum following me around everywhere telling me stuff constantly. she told me this dude she ran into, the weiner guy has some company now where he designs underwear. im going to model that shit.

i found a roach thank god in the garage and smoked the hell out of it. i think i mite be able to get a ride, ya my dad just said yes he would drive me. you dont seem like you feel like hanging out with me that much today. you just up and left here earlier and have been weird ever since. i derno ur stressed or something. i guess i am a lot for you to handle and being with yer friends away from me is necessary for your well-being, and it is a nice break for you hanging around and stuff.

things here are just wacky. my moods change like crazy. sometimes i notice it like oh ok today i guess im going to be mad and moody and extra depressed. depressed. pshh. dumb word. it explains everything and nothing about the illness itself. i think i might post this on my blog, this email. maybe not. im emailing it to myself regardless. i say all this crap and immediately forget about it. you know if you just listened to yourself sometimes and talked yourself out of bad thoughts and situations and feelings, things aren't so overwhelming. the answer is right there but im too lazy to acknowledge it so i keep obsessing over twat-nothing for no reason other than if im not a sad person i am just, a person.

anyway no im not stoned, nowhere near stoned.

i don't write emails to people like this anymore. i don't really open up to people the way i should. not even my psychiatrist. maybe a bit to him. i don't even know if i open up to myself.

i love you
that is what i know

the O.O.

i hope you know

that lighter you stole

was in my twat

ya you'd think that hot

i'd do it some more

right here on the floor

'cos what you're not

pretending to whore?

your pithy words

you girls in herds

your bubble world

could make me hurl

if i cared enough

for your diamonds

and wheels

sometimes i just want to cut myself. not seriously do it. ok maybe but like just to see how it feels. i already pick at myself like crazy, my legs, the back of my shoulders, neck, face, anywhere i can reach. raymi has scars. raymi gives herself scars. when something goes bad or the second stress arises my hands go at my body and pick. everyone tells me it's normal but seriously i don't think that it is, well it is but not to the extent i'm doing it. you know? if things were cool i wouldn't be picking and scarring myself.

i'm fucking embarassed dude. i just want my face to tan so i don't have to wear make-up to cover that shit up and the huge circles under my eyes. fuck.

so back to cutting myself. i'm just looking at my arms and the scars and scrapes from raymi accidents and i think how awesome a big long deep boner of a scar down my left arm to the wrist would look.

laura at the slutfactory told me she liked being cut when her boyfriend fucked her from behind and she enjoyed watching her blood go down her arms all over the place.

decent.

a few scars here and there make sense.

and no mum i won't actually do it so don't go all mom'd out in my comments. please.

Donde esta el hombre
con fuego en la sangre

I've got a secret I cannot keep it
It's just a whisper of a distant memory
Just a dream or so it seems
Take me back to the place i'd rather be

You left a fire in my eyes
That lightens up the darkest skies
Im giving up im letting go
I'll find my way so


Take me back to my sweet lavida
Find my love my dolce vita
Show me where i need to go
Donde esta mi chico latino


Stolen moments time has broken
My eyes are open to this life-long mistery
And so i'll go with what i know
Take my chances and run with destiny

Now there's fire in my eyes
I'll break away and say goodbye
Im free to be im letting go
I'll find my way so

Que sueno, dolce y pequeno
Yo no se yo no se
Pero no es un cuento
Mi corazon con tormento
Chico latino te quiero y simplemente deseo
Yo lo se el camino
Es un sueno latino

she's an ugly girl
does it make you want to kill her
she's an ugly girl
do you want to kick in her face
she's an ugly girl
she doesn't pose a threat
she's an ugly girl
does that make you feel safe
ugly girl ugly girl
do you hate her
'cause she's pieces of you

she's a pretty girl
does she make you think nasty thoughts
she's a pretty girl
do you want to tie her down
she's a pretty girl
do you call her a bitch
she's a pretty girl
did she sleep with your whole town
pretty girl pretty girl
do you hate her
'cause she's pieces of you

you say he's a faggot
does it make you want to hurt him
you say he's a faggot
do you want to bash in his brain
you say he's a faggot
does he make you sick to your stomache
you say he's a faggot
are you afraid you're just the same
faggot faggot
do you hate him
'cause he's pieces of you

you say he's a jew
does it mean that he's tight
you say he's a jew
do you want to hurt his kids tonite
you say he's a jew
he'll never wear that funny hat again
you say he's a jew
as though being born were a sin
oh jew oh jew
do you hate him
'cause he's pieces of you

im friggin bored already. there is no pot here yet. angelo is going running and then coming over after. hope his lungs don't explode cyanide from all the ruuuunnin'. csi is a pretty good show, no? england lost yesterday and everyone was mad and i was like go france now's your chance. i'm listening to ave maria right now. i don't know why audblog is fuckified. there's about six audio posts out there somewhere, waiting, gone, who knows. velvet revolver, AS IF slash and scott weiland and others that's awesome. i guess slash finally parted his hair to the side, looked around and realised fuck man, i should be in a better band. eat shit g&r.

i was a fucking horn dog yesterday. i always am when im hung over and shitfeeling. i am Thee Molestor.

jimmy was all if you're gonna get drunk, get shitty. fucking right man. v-man saw his dad when we was driving and everyone went paranoid for a bit. i'm like lets audblog this but no one had a fone, or a license. winners. chemo fell hard into the grass, his shoulder. those guys are animals. gay-lee had a bloody nose. hardcore. his girlfriend sounds like sugarbaby and she started talking about juicy oranges until angelo's dick grew out so far i hung my purse on it.

terry busted out the gentleman's drink after the pub - england losing - homoerotic antics. as you can tell i have a jack daniel's fetish, he says, hundred dollar bottle, silver-sashed, in-hand. we were all drinking from those tiny guinness cups and it actually looked like guinness, tar, or more tar.

i have a ganglion thing on my left hand, it goes away and it comes back and i just want to cut it off for good. with a razor blade like in the newest vice. or maybe i'll smash the other hand so it grows one and i can be symmetrical.

symmetrical is the new black.