Naomi Warren

21/6/94 10.12am

Oh farting bignose, hi-fi staircase
Winnie-the-pooh and seven éclairs
Yamaha keyboard. How do you do?

Unfragranced lotion
Body shop blues
Mildewed spiders
Got new shoes. 10.17am

21/6/94 9.38pm

I seem to have this ability
To get under people's skin
Some people handle it
Some people can't -
They run a mile

Me - I don't understand
Why this could be -
I don't want to hurt anyone
I just want to be their friend
But they don't understand

So here I am feeling lonely
I've gotten under a person's skin
And they can't accept it
They're scared of me ‘coz
I've gotten too close
And that hurts

Why can't people be themselves
Why can't they be free
Sometimes they're really hurting inside
And they're afraid to be
Themselves
In case they get hurt
Again 9.44pm

C Naomi T Warren 1994

13/6/94 2.18pm

Somehow I think my brain is in my fingertips
I go to the word processor and words come out
I pick up a biro and hieroglyphs come out.

But when I try to speak these words, the
things that are in my heart, my brain fogs
up. And all I get is verbal diarhorea.

Somehow I think my brain is in my fingertips
I write most days and my thoughts flow out
I'm writing to my friends, people I trust

Okay I can talk. But I'm best one to one
Then it's my soul communicating with someone else's
And for that I don't always need words

Some of the best conversations I had were
With my friend, Sister Grossman at the MTC
We talked a lot but also eye-balled

I'd never done that before, or at least
Not to that extent. Here was someone with
Whom I felt comfortable with and could trust.

Best of all I could communicate and I
Didn't need words. I could just use my
Face. Waggle my eyebrows and smile.

Such people are hard to find and for the
Most part I feel a certain frustration ‘coz
My brain simply works at a different level

So it's true my brain works through my fingertips.
Somehow words fail me but that doesn't matter.
‘Coz I know you understand. 2.37pm

C Naomi T Warren 1994

23/6/5.35pm

I looked at my glasses and thought 'oh my life'!
I'm surprised I can see, There are weird things
on my glasses, now how can that be.

Peering through my plastic lenses
I see white dust has settled,
could it be dandruff? Oh no, please not!

I looked again and see a small transparent blob. (On the lens)
I'm allergic to my glasses and so I tried
painting the nose bit with some clear nail varnish.

Somehow I missed, And, well the rest is history.
There's a funny blobby bit through which
I cannot see, Ah well,c'est la vie. 5.48pm