Tuesday Jul 06, 2004

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Late nights alone in a strange place make for great thoughts. Its so new and foreign to me that clarity only comes with the still, cold lifeless night. Its as if life wants to test your strength, it wants to see how much you can take before you fold. But with every night that passes the sea of word jumbles in my mind becomes clearer.

I used to love the night
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sarcasticmenace:
Too late. You already offended this random stranger who is, incidentally, also a human being.
sarcasticmenace:
No, it wasn't you, I was talking to the person that left a comment in your journal. I think she edited it before you had a chance to read it. Your "friend" delusion decided to insult you (and those of us on your friends list) by saying something like, "you are quoting a poet that you've never read anything by, and only ever heard of from what she read aloud to you." And, "you are doing it to impress the topless hoes on your friends list." That was rude, eh? whatever

Don't worry about me. I'm a grown woman, and I can handle it. smile

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