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Hmm.

Feeling a little old, and not very pretty. Any suggestions?

(Shut up, Ami)

I am becoming a fucking liability.

And am spiralling towards being completely out of control.

I miss thunder.

The deep rolling boom of it.

That one sound. A sound that passes through you, and for the moment it takes to roll on past, you feel as big as the thunderclouds.And excited, and alive.

I wonder if they have thunder in Seattle.

I think I must miss the South.

Thunderheads and lightning bugs, and hard, hot rain.

I'll only say it once.

Dear god.

I'm single.

Alright.

I'm done freaking out.

Off to be trouble, and fierce, and something aproximating complete again.

So. That's all it took. I just needed to get laid.

cutebundlesofsoftgirlsighsmoansscreamssweatmovementpassiondesiredrivingteasingtasteofgirleverythingcleanandsimpleitmakesthenoisestop.

Feeling clean and pure.

So, now it appears that it may be time to experiment with new styles of libertinism. Seeds planted years ago are beginning to bear fruit, and I have lived too long by the limitations of others. If people have only one hundredth of the passion, the fire, the desire, and the hunger that you feel in your heart, than perhaps you should surround yourself by...
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So.

Drinking Margaritas at 5 p.m.

Drinking Jager by midnight.

Loud arguments with friends.

Hot Club bathroom sex.

A bitchslap and a goodbye at dawn.

Falling asleep on the metro.

Bar-B-Q at Memphis Minnies

Elvis as a soundtrack.

The hawtness is on it's way, followed by the OTHER hawtness.

It's good to be king.

Stepping out onto the playa, feeling very alone for five whole minutes before the Volare rolled up, and being swept off to drink wine and scream at hippies.

The sheer ugly stupidity and gorgeous aggression of the DPW parade.

Beating the hell out of the worst pistolero on the playa in Thunderdome, after he talked shit to the pullers and the anouncer. Hah

Finding out...
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So, I got fucked. Yes, proper fucked. I had a ticket set up for Burning Man, and my dealer sold it out from me. If anyone has a line on a ticket in the 200 - 250 dollar range, PLEASE let me know before Monday night. I'll be checking my email constantly, so send a shout out.

Hope I see you out there.

If not,...
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I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name


Just pretend it's the Pet Shop Boys version. While you're at it, pretend I'm not a big hippie.

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud...
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I listen, and hear the madness of my friends.

Mad runs to Mexico, and wanton debauchery. Booty calls and illegal prescriptions. Long conversations and midnight assault on condom aisles in the supermarket. Raging lonliness and lonely rage.

And me? I have a soft, quiet, delicate flower. Innocent and harmless. Not an aggressive or confrontational bone in her body.

And I ask myself, time and time...
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