Balumpus.
i come now to you to ask for your acceptance of the new identity.
Balumpus.
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if i have deleted you from my list of friends, it is for a good reason. it is because i feel we have nothing in common and comments in your journal have begun to feel like a rote machination, like a chore. don't take it personally, and don't appeal to me to reconsider.
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The sky was a warm peach color at sunset the night I left for Georgia. The trees were swaying slightly, or perhaps I was; I can't recall. I am now feeling very feverish. Lucid, but attuned to the brainwaves of some huge machinelike god, a god of war. Gophers and birds giggled from the vines growing snakelike up the sides of the dark houses. The streets are silent tongues. My teeth ached from being clenched for so long. I drank my water through parched lips. My mouth is a wet open sore. I yearned for tomorrow, the day I would return to bliss. The day I would return home to Georgia. My insides run wetly down my pantlegs. My innards splash in the night mist.
i come now to you to ask for your acceptance of the new identity.
Balumpus.
***
if i have deleted you from my list of friends, it is for a good reason. it is because i feel we have nothing in common and comments in your journal have begun to feel like a rote machination, like a chore. don't take it personally, and don't appeal to me to reconsider.
***
The sky was a warm peach color at sunset the night I left for Georgia. The trees were swaying slightly, or perhaps I was; I can't recall. I am now feeling very feverish. Lucid, but attuned to the brainwaves of some huge machinelike god, a god of war. Gophers and birds giggled from the vines growing snakelike up the sides of the dark houses. The streets are silent tongues. My teeth ached from being clenched for so long. I drank my water through parched lips. My mouth is a wet open sore. I yearned for tomorrow, the day I would return to bliss. The day I would return home to Georgia. My insides run wetly down my pantlegs. My innards splash in the night mist.
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scirkuit:
sounds like something from a dr. seuss story
lilje:
takk takk takk takk! skulle nske jeg hadde en uke til though . which means: thanks thanks thanks thanks! wish i had one more week though. but i'm getting some theory into it now. maybe not the best ever, but.... i'll pass it. hopefully. how's your day been? i should go to sleep now. it's five in the morning, and i'm going to work in twelve hours..... 
