A thoughtful derision blankets the turnstyle of my leperous modicum of sanctimonious harrangue. There is no vinegar in my appelation of Vouve Cliquot! Parishoner's of the civet fraternal citron, and dogwood impressionist eagle proxy and felacio inoccuous dismissals to chaff the veneer of pine lint and molest the air of its ligering saffron!
It is the stasis, of a pragmatic lozenge caught in the hair...
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It is the stasis, of a pragmatic lozenge caught in the hair...
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A few moments in the mind of......
A deep and sentimental sadness envelopes me in the clandestined venom of my allocated constituents. Ergo the precipice of all this and more ceases at times to overwhelm me or, placate the subversive and congenial hyperbole of inflated and poetic charged demonstatives set in arrears. ie I am not a muse d. The sickening proclomation exhibits my fundamental...
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A deep and sentimental sadness envelopes me in the clandestined venom of my allocated constituents. Ergo the precipice of all this and more ceases at times to overwhelm me or, placate the subversive and congenial hyperbole of inflated and poetic charged demonstatives set in arrears. ie I am not a muse d. The sickening proclomation exhibits my fundamental...
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tanja:
Your prose is very florid. 
And now you made me bust out my old New Order albums and play them to death... again.
And now you made me bust out my old New Order albums and play them to death... again.
Revelations:
There are fissures and stop gaps where the echoeing half life of impermanence drags its kelp and blue gray tosoe to the empiric guillotine and offers up the Neptune harpsichord for the cold steel jewels hidden deep in the eyes of decaying fish. How many inversions of ink spinning like a bastardized marksman, gills stuffed the with dope of every conceivable saline endorsement. A...
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There are fissures and stop gaps where the echoeing half life of impermanence drags its kelp and blue gray tosoe to the empiric guillotine and offers up the Neptune harpsichord for the cold steel jewels hidden deep in the eyes of decaying fish. How many inversions of ink spinning like a bastardized marksman, gills stuffed the with dope of every conceivable saline endorsement. A...
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kristie:
Had you read the regular ol' DaVinci Code already? I got the illustrated version for Christmas. Thought it was pretty cool, though I had pretty much Googled every piece mentioned in the book!
kristie:
I am feeling a bit better now, thank you. Just a little fatigued.
Books... Oh, I've got lots! Every now and then I try to go through them and just keep the best ones, but I can't do it. They are like little children or pets to me. Each one holds a little part of me in its pages.
Books... Oh, I've got lots! Every now and then I try to go through them and just keep the best ones, but I can't do it. They are like little children or pets to me. Each one holds a little part of me in its pages.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
I hear her moan as a moist prickly breath upon my neck, a scintillating pronouncement of light echoes throughout, as budding fauna plays under the heaving constellations and lean quietly into the heart of my dubious smile. At one time, a war between the strychnine jowls of my infinitesimal youth, and the genii mandrake of the unconquerable law; sought to seize...
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I hear her moan as a moist prickly breath upon my neck, a scintillating pronouncement of light echoes throughout, as budding fauna plays under the heaving constellations and lean quietly into the heart of my dubious smile. At one time, a war between the strychnine jowls of my infinitesimal youth, and the genii mandrake of the unconquerable law; sought to seize...
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kristie:
Thanks for the get well wishes. With all of those little gifts, I'm bound to feel better soon! 
Dear crushing void,
I see that you tried to rear your banal and ergonomically dysfunctional multipede of sordid bells of blackest coal and wet lead dangling from a lazy finger. How dare you. Had you not received my proclomation! Are you playing coy? Erronious mascara humping the mud crow feet and fattened rabie jeluitinous neck. I do beg your pardon, but your brick er brack,...
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I see that you tried to rear your banal and ergonomically dysfunctional multipede of sordid bells of blackest coal and wet lead dangling from a lazy finger. How dare you. Had you not received my proclomation! Are you playing coy? Erronious mascara humping the mud crow feet and fattened rabie jeluitinous neck. I do beg your pardon, but your brick er brack,...
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kristie:
Finally... I have the energy to write more than "You are hot!" or the ever popular "Nice set!"
First of all, your reference to "my neck, my back, my P%#$ and my crack" had me laughing for a good long while. I like to just bust out with those lyrics randomly.
Reference to alcoholism... What can I say? Literally every male member of my entire family is an alcoholic. I've seen first hand the damage it can do. I do still drink though. Not sure what's up with that...
School... I'm just working on my Liberal Arts Associates at the moment, with plans to transfer to GWU in a year or two.
Da Goose's employment... He's a manager at a retail store. Just sounds more exciting to say "retail whore"!
How old is your daughter?
Kiki
Oh, and I'll try to use my spicy Cajun ways to conjure up a fine lady for you.
First of all, your reference to "my neck, my back, my P%#$ and my crack" had me laughing for a good long while. I like to just bust out with those lyrics randomly.
Reference to alcoholism... What can I say? Literally every male member of my entire family is an alcoholic. I've seen first hand the damage it can do. I do still drink though. Not sure what's up with that...
School... I'm just working on my Liberal Arts Associates at the moment, with plans to transfer to GWU in a year or two.
Da Goose's employment... He's a manager at a retail store. Just sounds more exciting to say "retail whore"!
How old is your daughter?
Kiki
Oh, and I'll try to use my spicy Cajun ways to conjure up a fine lady for you.
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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bambi:
Dear Mutspell,
T-H-A-N-X !
T-H-A-N-X !
kristie:
I owe you a proper response, but I'm too hungry and tired to do it right now. 
Promise I will very soon!
Promise I will very soon! 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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