Dear Sir or Madam,
I behooves me that my well meant demonstratives have a way of scaring the swaying perch belonging to a large murder of crows. What can you do? At times it feels as if my heart begins to swell and fill with a foreign metalic liquid weight. An ache, not unlike a pulse, rythmically lunges throughout the tentacles of my soul. This...
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I behooves me that my well meant demonstratives have a way of scaring the swaying perch belonging to a large murder of crows. What can you do? At times it feels as if my heart begins to swell and fill with a foreign metalic liquid weight. An ache, not unlike a pulse, rythmically lunges throughout the tentacles of my soul. This...
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Dearest Mon Ami,
The bell flower and Calla bundles of green and bone white clutched in the grandfathered siren hidden deep within the blood red oceans and pirouettes of charred angelics brandising the swan meridian of rusted horns left since the hand shake with the burning man.
Could there ever have been a bay window more deeply suited? Silk derogatives of milk fed pefume threaded...
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The bell flower and Calla bundles of green and bone white clutched in the grandfathered siren hidden deep within the blood red oceans and pirouettes of charred angelics brandising the swan meridian of rusted horns left since the hand shake with the burning man.
Could there ever have been a bay window more deeply suited? Silk derogatives of milk fed pefume threaded...
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What could mine own equilibrium account in these decadent mutulations? My own vowels have blistered upon this emaciated pilgrimage, as if to beg the disciplined eye to fix lavender cocktails from the bitter rind of this archaic grain. And to what progress does this blessing irradiate the hiccough to unpeel the nexus of your charitable embrace?
A luxury begins anew. Satiating predalictions before the gardenia...
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A luxury begins anew. Satiating predalictions before the gardenia...
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flygirl:
HI there! Thanks for the e-card. Happy St Patricks Day to you too!. You need to come by for lunch sometime. Say hi and all. I wish you were still working there....work would be so much more interesting. The are totally "spec" ing our asses out. Its killing me. I am so into following rules loosely. Even if I want to do the right thing all the time I feel obligated to buck the system just to prove my independence from the corporate man. So its been an adjustment for me.
toolgirl:
Hey thanks for the note. 
I am starting to feel better but my head still hurts! Bleck. More later when I feel better!
I am starting to feel better but my head still hurts! Bleck. More later when I feel better!Monday, March 14, 2005
Dear Diary,
It was a delirious dichotomy of rhapsody in arrears. The medicine wheel that spins invisibly in the chill winter air loosens its lesson the further I go. A deviation of pathways and pronouncement seek the grass stained bedroom of bourgeois lactations. Instead tears of shrapnel and gun sacks of bloodied glass fall like frozen spiders each loosing their cherry...
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Dear Diary,
It was a delirious dichotomy of rhapsody in arrears. The medicine wheel that spins invisibly in the chill winter air loosens its lesson the further I go. A deviation of pathways and pronouncement seek the grass stained bedroom of bourgeois lactations. Instead tears of shrapnel and gun sacks of bloodied glass fall like frozen spiders each loosing their cherry...
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flygirl:
The school schedule is gonna suck. Maybe someone with too much money will come along and want to support me while I finish school so I dont have to kill myself trying to work full time and school full time and give my child the attention that she deserves. Wouldnt that be cool?
kristie:
Unfortunately, I think I understand this journal entry. 
Dear Friends,
Post Mortum ad infinitum the crux felicity and the vices of yet another psalm begin to scale silver armour to endure these howlings that trickle from the mouth that purses from these salted wounds. I could brandish this eulogy like a devils watermark to scorch the curved grotto with hooved leather and electric eyes. I could have a forest luncheon of sixpence and...
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Post Mortum ad infinitum the crux felicity and the vices of yet another psalm begin to scale silver armour to endure these howlings that trickle from the mouth that purses from these salted wounds. I could brandish this eulogy like a devils watermark to scorch the curved grotto with hooved leather and electric eyes. I could have a forest luncheon of sixpence and...
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Dear Diary,
I am going to repair the monster's infection that saddled my incomplete and miserable deriliction for the meaner truths. Yes, it is quite possible that the side effect from the excorcism may in fact be detrimental to the fairy sickness ad nauseaum, ie. what else is new?
The bone rattles, and green fires, and teeth laced with the subtle hydra of rage are...
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I am going to repair the monster's infection that saddled my incomplete and miserable deriliction for the meaner truths. Yes, it is quite possible that the side effect from the excorcism may in fact be detrimental to the fairy sickness ad nauseaum, ie. what else is new?
The bone rattles, and green fires, and teeth laced with the subtle hydra of rage are...
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Drowning in the pale light of absynth reason, an underdog beleives in the volume of arthritic air and stumbles most graciously into the cotagious reflux of dirty lil sonnets like a dusty gold box filled with a Godiva succubus.
Am I to beleive this plight of Venus to be the tapeworm of kindness. Are you in full possesion of your senses! There is no still...
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Am I to beleive this plight of Venus to be the tapeworm of kindness. Are you in full possesion of your senses! There is no still...
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kristie:
Just wanted to tell you that I love reading your journals. I have to read them over and over to "get" them, then I'm still not sure I get it, so I don't comment. 
But I do read them.
But I do read them.
kristie:
You are very welcome.
You are very welcome.Friday, February 25, 2005
Dear Diary,
Here I sit not a stones throw away from a grin.
The calculations are innumerable and, just as the playground begets a carnival of screaming children, so too begins the aristocrats malaise of evil djinn.
The unconquerable light of a sophomores predilection to unravel moisture from the blistering throne, a family of ravens playfully surmounts the curling locks of...
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Dear Diary,
Here I sit not a stones throw away from a grin.
The calculations are innumerable and, just as the playground begets a carnival of screaming children, so too begins the aristocrats malaise of evil djinn.
The unconquerable light of a sophomores predilection to unravel moisture from the blistering throne, a family of ravens playfully surmounts the curling locks of...
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jovanka:
Ok, you're on.
b57913:
Hello.
Come in come in, the vine of socrates, a pagan of hosts!
Do you see the portico of easy transgression? The light hallucinates more madly than the waning moon. Or was I dreaming? No matter, the raven calls, burns the wicker armchair because Thompson is dead. I sure liked him.
~s~
Do you see the portico of easy transgression? The light hallucinates more madly than the waning moon. Or was I dreaming? No matter, the raven calls, burns the wicker armchair because Thompson is dead. I sure liked him.
~s~
How soft the pattering lisp of green eyes and pale skin
yawning beneath this yellow orchid of morning. And dote upon the ocean's rose that hangs in crested waves of silver shores repeating the echo that hovers in the seventh circle of abandon. And how cruel this lover, brandishing the very air for ransom! And at what insipid price, lifted as an ash toying the...
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yawning beneath this yellow orchid of morning. And dote upon the ocean's rose that hangs in crested waves of silver shores repeating the echo that hovers in the seventh circle of abandon. And how cruel this lover, brandishing the very air for ransom! And at what insipid price, lifted as an ash toying the...
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toolgirl:
Happy Valentine's Day! 
flygirl:
hey there!
Im going to Social Distortion tonight. I loooooooooove Mike Ness!
Im going to Social Distortion tonight. I loooooooooove Mike Ness!
Deliver among theives the pursestrings of a cautious misanthrope. Could the vine of the Minotaur seek the covenant gaze of Aesope? Or, the venal tenure of savage cries blistering as an eyesore in the snail shell of a salted wound? This basilisk of incense burns through a beaded mountain and suffocates upon the leather teats aching with teeth marks of wine, a baccanale of white...
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toolgirl:
Hello new friend! 
Ok, casual friday! My x of 9 years Said, "I'm still in love with you." Here she is having sex w/ god knows how many men, and she's like I want to hold you. Can you come over tonight?
To top it off I went shopping at Goodwill and this crzy woman sht herself and stunk up the entire place.
god help me!
To top it off I went shopping at Goodwill and this crzy woman sht herself and stunk up the entire place.
god help me!
T-H-A-N-X !