If the angels knew us better maybe we wouldnt have to scream.
Behind you the remnants of a girl with too many scars loving a ghost in her wasteland breathes quietly so no one can hear her.
We just keep counting the seconds.
Born alone. Die alone.
This rooftop, overlooking this city of dust crawls naked and diseased.
Ill love it until its gone and...
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Behind you the remnants of a girl with too many scars loving a ghost in her wasteland breathes quietly so no one can hear her.
We just keep counting the seconds.
Born alone. Die alone.
This rooftop, overlooking this city of dust crawls naked and diseased.
Ill love it until its gone and...
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"It began innocuously, when a statistical anomaly pointed to a mysterious syndrome that attacked the immune systems of gay men in California. No one imagined 25 years ago that AIDS would become the deadliest epidemic in history.
Since June 5, 1981, HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, has killed more than 25 million people, infected 40 million others and left a legacy of unspeakable loss,...
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Since June 5, 1981, HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, has killed more than 25 million people, infected 40 million others and left a legacy of unspeakable loss,...
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karma2:
Yes..the companies that suffer from loss. Like the pharmaceuticals who use the power of the U.S. government to prevent generic versions of AIDS drugs being sold in Africa.
All those, poor, unconventional angels. Can you hear them cry?
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.
Now there's the part of the Bible that ought to be hung in courthouses.
All those, poor, unconventional angels. Can you hear them cry?
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.
Now there's the part of the Bible that ought to be hung in courthouses.
corsair:
Hey Sweetie!
Thinking of you . . . . hope things are O.K.
Peace!
Thinking of you . . . . hope things are O.K.
Peace!
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My first Interview is up! This lady is the raddest bitch! Go leave a comment! Tell her how cool she is, and if you like the interview, buy the book!
I love you all, LilyBUYTHEBOOK
My first Interview is up! This lady is the raddest bitch! Go leave a comment! Tell her how cool she is, and if you like the interview, buy the book!
I love you all, LilyBUYTHEBOOK
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james:
WOW congrats. i hope you are doing well my lady.
He follows. I ride. We are energy rushing down the hallways of invisible waves owning the moment until it fades. Adrenalin. Fire. War. I jump up onto concrete and keep running only looking back occasionally to watch the railroad police become smaller and smaller until they blend into the piece of graffiti art that we just had just created, shaking their heads. We are a...
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anderswolleck:
Kristyn Dunnion looks like u!!
great interview
great interview
darbot:
you write so frankly and beautifully.
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argene:
I want to create a meaningful loving relationship with someone. Perhaps myself.
sabine:
i don't see myself that way but i'm glad you do. i admire you SO much i don't think i could ever really let you know
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misterpoop:
Re: altruism:
"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together."
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
"Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
The End
feel better pooky.
isa
"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together."
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
"Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
The End
feel better pooky.
isa
daisychain:
of moral obligation
Lovely Canadian born Kristyn Dunnion is an amazing author, performance artist, activist, and all around kick ass chick who Im lucky enough to have as a virtual mentor. She recently published her latest book, Mosh Pit. Do yourself a favor and pick it up!
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Lily Suicide: I loved Mosh Pit. It was a really amazing story. Were there any events...
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presence:
that interview was a really good read Lily....im gonna have to go check out this book now.
pumpkineater:
awesome interview! i'm going to pick it up as soon as i finish assata
"We are all Outlaws in the eyes of Amerika"
I was wandering the sidewalk with one of my favorite boys when I first heard his voice. "Aye Bello." He yelled. I swirled around. Dark circles under his eyes and still wearing his gang colors after all the time that past him spent living in a 6 foot cell. Resistance,
I ran into his arms and...
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I was wandering the sidewalk with one of my favorite boys when I first heard his voice. "Aye Bello." He yelled. I swirled around. Dark circles under his eyes and still wearing his gang colors after all the time that past him spent living in a 6 foot cell. Resistance,
I ran into his arms and...
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roethke:
The things you write I love to read.
elikapeka:
I love the way you tell a story.
I can see the whole thing play out in my head.
I can see the whole thing play out in my head.
"Who's reality are you talking about? Mine? Yours? Or everyone else around us?"
Lost all this weight but even more love.
Lay next to this woman with dementia and she spoke to me in spanish rhymes, saying she'd be my new mother if i wanted and her biood daughter could have been mother theresa except for the crack smoke extending around me like some kind...
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Lost all this weight but even more love.
Lay next to this woman with dementia and she spoke to me in spanish rhymes, saying she'd be my new mother if i wanted and her biood daughter could have been mother theresa except for the crack smoke extending around me like some kind...
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lauralily:
Have you ever been in ID magazine?
weston:
Happy Easter!
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corsair:
Hey Cutie!
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
I love you guys, thanks for wishing me well at court. Basically they just gave me another court date, Hopefully they will lower it down to disorderly conduct, if not maybe a few weeks in jail, but nothing that a girl like me can't handle.
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intothevoid:
real soon huh?
mathilde74:
I just discovered your journal and I just love the way you write. You like Sapphire ; I just read Push which is the only book which is translated in french. I find in your journal the same strengh and the same truth I can find in her books. Thanks.
My dreams speak to me in tongues with my head on her shoulder, that english prostitute with the glass eye. we rode together, that whole lonely night with handcuffs on, and outside all the stars were dying. As of recently all of my dreams have been apocolyptic. So where to go from here? stay in this city surrounded by these C list celebrities feeding me...
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blythe:
good luck with court matey...dont you dare go back to the dop...dont.....you......dare 
french_frog:
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
(Bob Dylan)
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
(Bob Dylan)
Unfortunately, there probably won't ever be another set of me here. It just doesn't feel right anymore.
No secrets here, they tend to fester. I like to keep my sores clean.