I like to see peoples reactions when it finally sinks in that we are ALL expendable. They freak out, not knowing what is right in the world.
Am I special? Am I unique? Am I important?
Answer: NO. So get over it.
One single thing will never define who you are, and if it does then I pity you. Be more complex. Accept change and...
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Am I special? Am I unique? Am I important?
Answer: NO. So get over it.
One single thing will never define who you are, and if it does then I pity you. Be more complex. Accept change and...
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Whoa... I'm drinking merlot. I never drink wine. It makes my nose stuffy. We'll see how things turn out. I just thought it would pair nice will the vegan dark chocolate tapioca pudding I made. Yes, there might be a dash of cayanne in it, and a dash of cinnamon... and quite possibly a touch of ginger and nutmeg.
Aphrodisiac heaven
::grin::
Kisses
I like...
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Aphrodisiac heaven
::grin::
Kisses
I like...
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jj_r0x0rz:
ahh merlot...stuff makes me hurt on the insides. hope it does well for your tummy.
opie:
WE ARE ALL THE SAME
Vom kleinen Maulwurf, der wissen wollte, wer ihm auf den Kopf gemacht hat
The little Mole, who wanted to know who pooped on his head
By Peter Hammer Verlag
At the time when the little mole poked his head out of the ground to see if the sun had already come up, this happened:
(It was round and brown, looked a little like a sausage - and even worse: it landed right on top of his head.)
"Such a dirty trick!" (I'd just like to insert here my own personal note - this phrase could also be translated as "Such a (female dog)!" yelled the little mole. "Who pooped on my head?"
(But, short-sighted as he was, he couldn't find anyone.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the pigeon who was flying directly overhead.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the pigeon.
(And - splop - slapped a white, soggy blob on the ground, right next to the mole. His right leg was sprinkled white.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the horse who was grazing in the field.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the horse.
(And - roompsdipoomps - precisely plopped down five big, gross horse apples next to the little mole. He was deeply impressed.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the rabbit.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the rabbit.
(And - rata-tat-tat - shot out fifteen round little pellets up to the little mole's ears. - He saved himself with a daring leap.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the goat, who had just been having a little dream."
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the goat.
(And - klackity-klack - pure-pitching a bunch of multi-colored malted bon bon stickers in the grass, the mole almost already liked them.)
(Ok, you also have to know that in each pooping picture, the mole is either stooping to expect the poop on the ground or watching it come out of the animal's bum!)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the cow who was chewing cud.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the cow.
(And - schvuppdivup - sploshed a huge, greenish-brown muffin in the grass, a close shave next to the little mole. He was very happy it wasn't the cow who pooped on his head.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the pig.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the pig.
(And - platschdiplumps - cascaded down a soft, brown pile of muck - like this. The mole held his nose closed.)
"Did you guys poop on my..." he was about to ask, but when he came closer, he saw only two plump, black flies who were eating.
At last... someone who can help me, thought the little mole. "Who has pooped on my head?" he asked really quickly.
"Hold very still," buzzed the flies. And then, after a while: "It's very clear - it was A DOG!"
(In the picture here, the mole is patiently folding his arms, sitting and waiting while the flies stick their little needle noses into the poop on his head. In the picture where he's asking the flies, they're actually eating the "horse apples" produced on a previous page.)
Finally the little mole knew who had pooped on his head: Hans-Heinrich, the butcher's dog!
Quick as lightning, he climbed up Hans-Heinrich's dog house...
(And - pling - a little sausage landed right on top of the dog's head.)
Happily and contentedly, the little mole disappeared again into the ground.
The End
Vom kleinen Maulwurf, der wissen wollte, wer ihm auf den Kopf gemacht hat
The little Mole, who wanted to know who pooped on his head
By Peter Hammer Verlag
At the time when the little mole poked his head out of the ground to see if the sun had already come up, this happened:
(It was round and brown, looked a little like a sausage - and even worse: it landed right on top of his head.)
"Such a dirty trick!" (I'd just like to insert here my own personal note - this phrase could also be translated as "Such a (female dog)!" yelled the little mole. "Who pooped on my head?"
(But, short-sighted as he was, he couldn't find anyone.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the pigeon who was flying directly overhead.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the pigeon.
(And - splop - slapped a white, soggy blob on the ground, right next to the mole. His right leg was sprinkled white.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the horse who was grazing in the field.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the horse.
(And - roompsdipoomps - precisely plopped down five big, gross horse apples next to the little mole. He was deeply impressed.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the rabbit.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the rabbit.
(And - rata-tat-tat - shot out fifteen round little pellets up to the little mole's ears. - He saved himself with a daring leap.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the goat, who had just been having a little dream."
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the goat.
(And - klackity-klack - pure-pitching a bunch of multi-colored malted bon bon stickers in the grass, the mole almost already liked them.)
(Ok, you also have to know that in each pooping picture, the mole is either stooping to expect the poop on the ground or watching it come out of the animal's bum!)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the cow who was chewing cud.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the cow.
(And - schvuppdivup - sploshed a huge, greenish-brown muffin in the grass, a close shave next to the little mole. He was very happy it wasn't the cow who pooped on his head.)
"Did you poop on my head?" he asked the pig.
"Me? No, why? - I poop like this!" answered the pig.
(And - platschdiplumps - cascaded down a soft, brown pile of muck - like this. The mole held his nose closed.)
"Did you guys poop on my..." he was about to ask, but when he came closer, he saw only two plump, black flies who were eating.
At last... someone who can help me, thought the little mole. "Who has pooped on my head?" he asked really quickly.
"Hold very still," buzzed the flies. And then, after a while: "It's very clear - it was A DOG!"
(In the picture here, the mole is patiently folding his arms, sitting and waiting while the flies stick their little needle noses into the poop on his head. In the picture where he's asking the flies, they're actually eating the "horse apples" produced on a previous page.)
Finally the little mole knew who had pooped on his head: Hans-Heinrich, the butcher's dog!
Quick as lightning, he climbed up Hans-Heinrich's dog house...
(And - pling - a little sausage landed right on top of the dog's head.)
Happily and contentedly, the little mole disappeared again into the ground.
The End
"Daddy, what were trees like?"
In other news:
Ghostcowboy found my pocket rocket yesterday. Bliss!
Also:
NIN
Bauhaus
Genintorturers
New Model Army
Front 242
Deathcab for Cutie
The Decemberists
SG burlesque
Not to mention Halloween, Decompression, Love Parade, Folsom St. Faire, Exotic Erotic ball and a slurry of club nights.
There's a lot happening in my world in the next couple months. Now, to see...
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In other news:
Ghostcowboy found my pocket rocket yesterday. Bliss!
Also:
NIN
Bauhaus
Genintorturers
New Model Army
Front 242
Deathcab for Cutie
The Decemberists
SG burlesque
Not to mention Halloween, Decompression, Love Parade, Folsom St. Faire, Exotic Erotic ball and a slurry of club nights.
There's a lot happening in my world in the next couple months. Now, to see...
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kalischild:
Dude. Honda Ruckuses look like so much fun.
And yes, in a way that's half of what I was saying, but the other half is private, and only to be shared in person, with friends.
And yes, in a way that's half of what I was saying, but the other half is private, and only to be shared in person, with friends.
kalischild:
Um, the Ruckus will be a lot more fun at Burning man.
I've decided to make a possibly offensive halloween costume this year. I'm attempting to make it out of latex.
We'll see how it turns out, and if it does how many scowls I get for wearing it, or if any one will even get what it is really...
This journal is babble... carry on.
Kisses
We'll see how it turns out, and if it does how many scowls I get for wearing it, or if any one will even get what it is really...
This journal is babble... carry on.
Kisses
snottlebocket:
you have aroused my curiosity! 
kalischild:
Yes. More later. 
When it rains it pours...
I love the storms.
Kisses
I love the storms.
Kisses
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murder_tramp:
We could use some rain and pouring and storming here... as long as it is not the figurative kind.
~Trampy
~Trampy
davel:
what the hell are you talking about?
Stitches sewn tight
Ropes bound close
The layers of cloth shed slowly
Bare and vulnerable she tries to be, but shes bound from the inside only
Exposed and open, she tries to be, but shes bound from the inside only
The eyes are the portal to the soul
Her hollow hidden by synthetic blue
Hoping to hide that shes lonely
Bare and vulnerable she tries...
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Ropes bound close
The layers of cloth shed slowly
Bare and vulnerable she tries to be, but shes bound from the inside only
Exposed and open, she tries to be, but shes bound from the inside only
The eyes are the portal to the soul
Her hollow hidden by synthetic blue
Hoping to hide that shes lonely
Bare and vulnerable she tries...
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devilboy666:
You missed nothing at the BAGG event. i ended up going to Gossip at Cat's Club. Better music loads of folks too.
theslant:
Down with the system!
Ah, but how I wish my late night rambles could be so provactive.
Ah, but how I wish my late night rambles could be so provactive.
Stitches sewn tight
Ropes bound close
The layers of cloth shed slowly
Bare and vulnerable she tries to be, but shes bound from the inside only
Exposed and open, she tries to be, but shes bound from the inside only
The eyes are the portal to the soul
Her hollow hidden by synthetic blue
Hoping to hide that shes lonely
Bare and vulnerable she tries...
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Ropes bound close
The layers of cloth shed slowly
Bare and vulnerable she tries to be, but shes bound from the inside only
Exposed and open, she tries to be, but shes bound from the inside only
The eyes are the portal to the soul
Her hollow hidden by synthetic blue
Hoping to hide that shes lonely
Bare and vulnerable she tries...
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The system is down...
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gofuserectus:
down on who? 
davel:
any time you want a new ringtone you just let me know
any time you want a new ringtone you just let me know
Decompressing sucks.
It hurts and it makes my insides all twisted.
More later...
Kisses
It hurts and it makes my insides all twisted.
More later...
Kisses
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kalischild:
What you have to remember it that it's not all we are, it's what we all are.
I wrote that with you in mind (on the good side of the spectrum); just remember, we are all small, and all of us are broken. We just breathe, and live, and love, and walk on.
It starts with breath.
I wrote that with you in mind (on the good side of the spectrum); just remember, we are all small, and all of us are broken. We just breathe, and live, and love, and walk on.
It starts with breath.
devilboy666:
Are you going to the BAGG thingy tonight?? I think I will have to check their site to get the info...
Ouch... *Twitch
I'm dizzy...
Burning Man = Good times, good times.
More later.
Kisses
I'm dizzy...
Burning Man = Good times, good times.
More later.
Kisses
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trilobyte:
Woohoo - sorry to have missed you, but glad you had a good time and hope you were as amazed by the ship and the flower as I was...
~Trilo~
~Trilo~
oskar:
Hey are you on the east coast now... or have you moved back 
I am moving to NC and thats only a hop and a skip away from where you are I think. I think I would come up and meet the SG crew around those parts if I had a chance too.
I am moving to NC and thats only a hop and a skip away from where you are I think. I think I would come up and meet the SG crew around those parts if I had a chance too.I got a job.
At this job I can wear corsets and wear fun make-up. In fact, it's recommended.
In other news, I'm still working on burning man stuff. Leaving in 2 days.
Kisses
At this job I can wear corsets and wear fun make-up. In fact, it's recommended.
In other news, I'm still working on burning man stuff. Leaving in 2 days.
Kisses
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jj_r0x0rz:
oh wow that's the greatest!!
devilboy666:
Where are you workin?? I will stop by and say HI
My girlie bits got poked and prodded by a doctor today.
I now have a years supply of BC. Back on the pill again. It's been almost a year to this day that I stopped taking them. I forgot to take them a couple a times when I was at BM last year, and I ended up getting my period while I was out there....
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I now have a years supply of BC. Back on the pill again. It's been almost a year to this day that I stopped taking them. I forgot to take them a couple a times when I was at BM last year, and I ended up getting my period while I was out there....
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elysium:
I am going to be there by dusk on Tuesday! I can't wait.
koleeta:
I need to get poked and prodded. I mean I need to make an appointment. 
i still am in the dark about where I'll be moving this weekend! oi, the anticipation is killing me.
i still am in the dark about where I'll be moving this weekend! oi, the anticipation is killing me.
but at least I'm a lot more expensive than most.
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I don't know when I'm coming back. its all a matter of transportation.