iqmagi

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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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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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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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~

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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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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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!

Morpheous disabled the helter switch and spirals on boots bled from the badly bruised wings of a moon filled voice.
I have watched the impregnable fortress divide and santion the allies of cannibalistic restraint. They are cinnobytes; pale claws reaching for the molten soul set in the horizontal tempest of winter. I implored these broken alphabets to to renew the curse set in arrears, but...
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Here lies the silver worm of a contagious smile. Lift arabesque the mailaise of enui and shudder in the cold half light of a gentle succubus. Through the yellow teeth of unceratainty the scalp of decided monsters undo the velvet ribs of black smoke and amber cetipedes to flower in the unknown spores of conscious. Did you notice the pause in the reclaiming? This disassociation...
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Here lies the silver worm of a contagious smile. Lift arabesque the mailaise of enui and shudder in the cold half light of a gentle succubus. Through the yellow teeth of unceratainty the scalp of decided monsters undo the velvet ribs of black smoke and amber cetipedes to flower in the unknown spores of conscious. Did you notice the pause in the reclaiming? This disassociation...
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