I usually don't write here about he political stuff,
butt today I'm going to. Reading in the news
that the Feds jail hundreds of Arabs in Cali
when they came to register with INS is fucked
up beyond belief. Pretty soon they'll have to
wear something on their sleeve when they walk
the streets. Have a mandatory moon sign
in the windows of their shops...
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butt today I'm going to. Reading in the news
that the Feds jail hundreds of Arabs in Cali
when they came to register with INS is fucked
up beyond belief. Pretty soon they'll have to
wear something on their sleeve when they walk
the streets. Have a mandatory moon sign
in the windows of their shops...
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neon:
take me with you.
relethed:
i have been troubled for years by the thought that the US is the new fascist state. License but not freedom; sex & entertainment but not dignity. we can watch anything on tv, hear anything on the radio, but the minutiae of our lives are guarded by more and more laws. and the powers that be just take advantage of people's trumped-up fears to extend their influences and abuses.
when I woke up this morning there was a girl in
my bed, sleeping. 8:30 on the alarm but I knew
it's always ten minutes ahead... I have time I - thought.
Quietly went into the bathroom, took
a shower. A bit longer than usual. The towel still
damp from last night. Last night... hm, don't
remember much. Pieces are missing. It started
with five...
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my bed, sleeping. 8:30 on the alarm but I knew
it's always ten minutes ahead... I have time I - thought.
Quietly went into the bathroom, took
a shower. A bit longer than usual. The towel still
damp from last night. Last night... hm, don't
remember much. Pieces are missing. It started
with five...
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dia:
From a poem I wrote a long time ago:
Love is a gun, a killing machine, together we crawled within that slaughterhouse to sleep, like fat slugs of meat.
Or, as Bungle said, Love is a fist.
It pulls the trigger sometimes. And sometimes it feels nice to die in shrapnel.
Love is a gun, a killing machine, together we crawled within that slaughterhouse to sleep, like fat slugs of meat.
Or, as Bungle said, Love is a fist.
It pulls the trigger sometimes. And sometimes it feels nice to die in shrapnel.
whippingboy:
Me too. Yeah. Me too. Nuff said.
let me wipe my face
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neon:
oh crap! i've been there.
boxterjulep:
with steel wool
do you ever get that feeling that shit is about to
hit the fan? well, there is a big pile of shit on the
floor and I just plugged in the fan. Hide your faces
motherfuckers it's gonna get ugly in here. Just like
the scene from Trainspotting. everyone will get some.
hit the fan? well, there is a big pile of shit on the
floor and I just plugged in the fan. Hide your faces
motherfuckers it's gonna get ugly in here. Just like
the scene from Trainspotting. everyone will get some.
gwen1:
im going to duck for cover.
listening to Nick Cave, wearing black head to toe.
bring it on - i'm open to possibilities...
bring it on - i'm open to possibilities...
holy fuck. last Bailey's set is something out of my dream.
She portrayed the kind of a girl I'm always in love with -
dark, psychotic, mad, beautiful, red lips, blue eyes...
biting, choking, scratching, fighting... circles under the
eyes, bruises... and that look on her face, the look that says
"i will fucking tear your soul apart but still love you".
She portrayed the kind of a girl I'm always in love with -
dark, psychotic, mad, beautiful, red lips, blue eyes...
biting, choking, scratching, fighting... circles under the
eyes, bruises... and that look on her face, the look that says
"i will fucking tear your soul apart but still love you".
i have a new little addiction - kava kava...
mmmm
mmmm
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gwen1:
mmmmm
dia:
write me. I will be in NY, unsure of my itinerary, but yes, a thank you for the picture, and museums are fun. I will be with Marla.
I lost my voice.
neon:
well find it gosh darn it!!! i'll help you look. i'll bring my headlamp.
sex sex sex
misha9999999:
fuck off
sometimes I feel that people around me including
my friends use me as an experience... you know...
not as a person, but rather as a thing that you can
say: "Oh yeah, that guy, been there done that..."
kind of deal...
my friends use me as an experience... you know...
not as a person, but rather as a thing that you can
say: "Oh yeah, that guy, been there done that..."
kind of deal...
neon:
eek that's not good!
last night I couldn't fall asleep... so I got completely
and utterly high and then danced on my bed
in the dark with a bottle of scotch while
"Mary of Silence" was playing loud enough to wake
up the neighbors...
and utterly high and then danced on my bed
in the dark with a bottle of scotch while
"Mary of Silence" was playing loud enough to wake
up the neighbors...
neon:
i love people that dance.
guess what I'm listening to? Depeche Mode, baby...
black celebration, black celebration... to fucking
perky for me... Later on i'm going to take my
boss to get laser eye surgery, and maybe get lunch
with ms A. while i'm waiting...
I see my girlfriend like twice a week...
so any chance I get is good...
black celebration, black celebration... to fucking
perky for me... Later on i'm going to take my
boss to get laser eye surgery, and maybe get lunch
with ms A. while i'm waiting...
I see my girlfriend like twice a week...
so any chance I get is good...
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neon:
yeah i was a bad girl. and appearantly a sloppy girl since i got cought. i'm kicking myself in the butt for that one.
boxterjulep:
what are these dark childhood dreams?