*Buddies<3

Lets start out by starting over. What did i expect? You're no good at lying and I'm no good at comebacks. You're so untouchable. I'm so terrible at this don't hold this against me, I've already said I'm sorry. And i bet you've got every word i said memorized in your head . . . and you'll use every one of them against me. Call me a stupid girl. I've warranted it. For so many years I've been thrown in and out of a never-ending loop of shallow promises that have always seemed to break. But then something will happen, and it always makes me wonder if they were ever broken to begin with. Nothing was ever finalized. I know those feelings will always be there despite who we love or what happens, but it gets tiring because no one compares. I hate it. And then when I get close to moving on and no longer caring, aliens land, and the universe finds it 100% necessary to throw him back into my life in the most abrupt manners . . . but it isn't necessary anymore.
After a while you learn the difference between holding hands and falling in love; that kisses don't always mean something; that promises can be broken as quickly as they were made; and sometimes . . . goodbyes really are forever.

December 2009 / January 2010 is easily the most exciting 2 month span in Gallery1988 history. With SF opening Paper Pushers, 88point5 rolling out with 1988 fav Chris B. Murray and Los Angeles opening Vivisect Playset, The LOST Underground Art Show and our annual January Under The Influence show (more on that later in the week) -it's what many would call a busy time of the year. But December 2009 will also mark our first art show at the Clandestine Industries Landmark store in Chicago, Illinois. With Clandestine Industries owner Pete Wentz, Gallery1988 will be orchestrating and curating art shows every once in a while over in Chicago, hoping to bring some of our west coast flare out to the Midwest. And our first Clan Art Show will open December 19th, introducing Russian artist Lora Zombie, a promising name you'll be seeing a lot of at 1988 in the next few years.

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Thanks, _slashygoodness!

Clandestine Industries / Gallery1988 present Lora Zombie! December 19th at the Clandestine Holiday Party. If you’re in Chicago, you better be there, cause I will be. And you’ll be able to purchase exclusive new Batheart jewelry and items from “Death of Neon” for the first time at the Landmark store. You’ll also finally see, and hopefully buy the Attention to Detail cut and sew jacket,and pick up the exclusive alternative Lora Zombie Lemon shirt. LOTS OF STUFF! And you gotta walk into the store to get/see it.

Come hang out at our holiday party on December 19th!

mash me up
sweet taker of senses
grasp my wrists
veins a-pulsing
clawing fingers
dirt-rimmed nails.

You are a largely unlikable person.
Petty. Needy. Wit soured by cruelty.
You need constant reassurance. Outwardly confident but insecure in the deepest, worst way.
Wishy-washy.
Opinionated but inarticulate.
Self-important with knowledge only about yourself.
And you wouldn’t listen anyway.
Even as you write this, you preen to play the martyr.
Show them all. They don’t care.
Egotism broken up by debilitating self-reproach
A slivered mess full of self-pity and too little substance
You covet a language that isn’t yours
And it’s the only thing you love
What are you doing?
You’re making up problems for yourself
In a desperate attempt to seem interesting, significant
Give it up. I can’t stay here anymore.
Every time I talk to you
I find new things to hate about myself
You show out the worst parts of me
You’re my friend
How did this happen?
I’m lazy.
Content to know only you,
And we talk about ourselves
I get to know myself better
We were acquaintances before, myself and I
Now we’ve met, really for the first time
And I want out.
Even here I can’t think of anyone but myself
I want to be inspired out of self-involvement
Someone show me how to care enough
To continue knowing, to know enough about you
How did this happen?
I’ve decided.
I will put it all away
And never take it out
Not for anyone, even myself.
I’m done.
It’s your fault but I don’t blame you
You drew it out but
I’m the reason it’s ugly
Just stop. Stop.
But I can’t,
So I’ll hide instead and decide
While I’m young
To be outwardly pretentious.
Look at this.
How utterly damning.
Go away and stop complaining.
There are worse things than you.
You don’t deserve that distinction.
So just fade away and do it quietly.
And never again give away your pieces to anyone
They’re so horridly sharp and bland.

Hey baby
You look as beautiful as the day we first met
So much has happened...where should I start?

Guess what? I'm not a virgin anymore
Ha ha I know, it's about time
Twenty-Two patient years, and it was all worth it

I went back to college!
Thanks, yep only one semester left until I receive my Associates Degree

Remember that time we built a huge snow ramp
Flying up into the air on our sleds
We had so much fun

It's great to have you back
Sooo, I guess I'll see you tomorrow
Oh and by the way... welcome home

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