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its my last entry.
im leaving this book club, friends.
thankyou for being so nice to me.
its beena craaaaazy riiiiiide. heh.
no, it hasnt. i mess with you.
but seriously the livejournal thing is too much.
or too.... little.
and i started really not liking a lot of people loitering around on it.
um.
on friday im going to live somewhere else.
hah! how you like THAT?!
my email still works.
so.
love it.
frame it, bitches.
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( i leave you with a final farewell )
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| starting again |
[31 Aug 2003|10:57am] |
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clean|pure|aware |
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the smiths-the queen is dead/ani d-self evident |
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Ideal, ideal, ideal,
Knowledge, knowledge, knowledge,
Boomboom, boomboom, boomboom,
to my regret, it must go this way.
add an application if you wish.
this has become a friends-only service.
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| walking zero |
[19 Aug 2003|08:50am] |
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exanimate |
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sneaker pimps |
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Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels
A careless weight on your hatred,
Understand it's so simple, a simple please
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee,
To the madness I do confess
I never see myself as blessed
Confused, unaddressed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
The truth is boredom more or less
Unused, obsessed, my time is only given to you,
Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate
If I can lose, with this blood on my shoes
Compromise in full extreme, cut off my heels,
Name a price on what's sacred
Guaranteed I've got something,
A royal disease, take a flood to clean these streets
To the madness I do confess, forever see myself as blessed
Immune, obsessed, like a saviour I do caress
The truth is boredom, it's excess
Take more, give less, My time is only given up to you
Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate if I can lose
With this blood on my shoes.
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dont you hate it when _____ and_______ happens, but then _______ to you and ________ everyone ______ ______ __________...
the palm of my hand looks collapsable.
get drunk on truth-
something in the head of "dementia"
its funny. really.
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[13 Aug 2003|08:01pm] |
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
-Lynda Barry
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| §å¢rï£ï¢ïål Ößlïvïðñ |
[12 Aug 2003|07:46pm] |
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drained |
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radiohead-the amazing sounds of an orgy |
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ive found sound.
you keep coming back die.
back too...
go and tell the king that the sky is falling/*/*/*
but its not.
no its not.
maybe not.
[stop]||||||||--------->restartHERE
my tights. are red and black.
my lips. are really bright.
my family. is.
your selflessness. was?
we get selfless.
'wear sunglasses all day, from when you awake til dusk. remove them and see the world for the first time through blinded eyes. breathe.'
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| welcome to Obvious |
[07 Aug 2003|04:54pm] |
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emiliana torrini- if you go away |
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i taste melodrama.
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you see more and more hurt
the more you look around.
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annoyance:casualty::contentment:________
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we will waste more than we resource.
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my favourite words are 'good bye'.
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your best friend is going to die.
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and so are you.
sooner than you know.
beautiful abundance
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| instant confidence boost |
[22 Jun 2003|10:50pm] |
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live.
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| im lacking |
[10 Jun 2003|04:05pm] |
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[add your own] |
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radiohead- backdrifts |
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karma is biting my ass today. guess id better be on my toes.
the midnite sale was alrite; i got a 7" single, limited edition version of Hail To The Thief, a flat of all the band members and previous albums, and some free shit.
i feel tight and stressed and aggravated. ive been shoved and pushed more than usual today, i think. sit down stand up sit down stand up.
lots of rain. gray grandmother sweater and a black dress. im a lot more claustraphobic than i originally had thought... its very bad. very very bad.
where did i leave my glasses? im more disgusted with the human population today than other days. ive got nothing more to say.
i am a scatterbrain.
bye.
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[26 May 2003|09:55pm] |
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elliot smith- say yes |
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.disconnection.
{a strange experiment}
call a friend and tell them how much they mean to you.
wonder if you are telling the truth.
eat something sweet.
enjoy the silence youve created.
what are the results?
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| 5 statements of advise for a day |
[24 Feb 2003|09:04pm] |
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pleased |
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nick cave- nocutrama |
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1- give a stranger a hug, even if they look like they wont want it.
2- bake something, even if its only one of those cheap lil cake mixes you buy at the store.
3- look at the sky, even when its cloudy.
4- realize there is beauty in everything, even broken asphalt.
5- close your eyes and forget about everything, even when everything is surrounding you.
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