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for my girl lily.

sign this

http://www.democracyinaction.org/dia/organizations/ncadp/campaign.jsp?campaign_KEY=6386

her man's on death row and due to be executed on the 17th. they're still hoping for a late intervention so numbers people! it asks for a american address, so i put some beverly hills 90210 bullshit in there, so if your australian, just do the same thing so you can sign. maybe some international derison may go...
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everythings possible in a city.

constant movement, been living out of hotels for almost two months now. new city, new homes, new people, new job, and acceptance into university. I've got ten days to choose between a degree in psychology or a double degree in journalism and international relations.

I left him in our usual violent and emotional fashion. i'm quite content to float on...
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okay!

everyone pray for me. i ask for little but I've just submitted to be part of a select few to enter into a spoken word performance in brisbane next week.

IF i get in, then I have a chance at winning some decent money and finding the bravery to vocalise the commentary of my soul.

i've always wanted to do spoken word, and with...
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I'm healing.

Slowly and childishly, I am learning patience. Concious patience is learned, but often
at war with subconcious wisdom we all possess. My soul understands before my beautiful
mind can begin to comprehend.

I came here with idealistic visions. I remember meth fuelled and scrambling through
the psychotic mindwaves for something soothing, something hopeful. And like children
caught on a simplistic ideal devoid of...
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I thought that the soft tap tap of his fingernail against the syringe sounded like the lost tentatively knocking against hell's door.

I did a bad thing today. I'm a little scared.

I've found a way to escape.

on a happier note, had an awesome half-week with speedway74 who kindly lent me half his bed to crash in and took me around the semi-sights of the gold coast. Went and saw some gigs and saw him in action, snapping away everywhere. Met reamazing and rh1an5 and his missus and a couple of other sg members at the drive in on saturday. fun fun...
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Day one, I played with her blood, Day two I called it making love, Day three her blood played with me

Rule number 1. Don't ever call me a fucking whore.

He sat across from me and the pipe lay diagonnaly in his palm.
"You the first person I've ever heard say the word with empowerment." and he manipulated the baggie with his fingers.
"Really?"...
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The boy has gone, and now we're just hating because loving hurts too much.

So I went out and got completely shitfaced and ended back in a spa suite with a couple of attractive marines from San Diego. A lot of cock, and beer, and freestyling ensured. It feels good to laugh again though, not just smiling, or pretending that something was funny, but actually...
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I've been happy recently, and it's not because of where I am, or who I am, or who I'm with, but just a feeling that everythings going to be okay.

Maybe it's the fact that it's winter and all I've seen for weeks is sunshine and clear skies, warm breezes and I've hardly touched any warm clothing even though it's supposed to be the coldest...
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I remember when, I remember when, I lost my mind....

It's a beautiful place. The quiet before the manic storms only make her voice louder. The only difference is during the storm, she speaks with such truth and purpose, and during the quiet, and the semblances of normality undermine her wishes.

I have lied for much of my life, dark twisted lies, and seemingly small...
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I've discovered the delights of webcam.
Anyone wanna see???

(I've only got msn by the way)

I once thought naively that truth was paramount, that no matter strangers or friends alike, those that accepted who I was and who I had been were those enough to keep close to me.

I'd read a thousand times that the past haunts you, and with the still lingering innocence of my eighteen years I dismissed it with a flick of my hand.

And as...
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