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I want to write so much right now.
I want to see flames appear on the glass of your monitor as you read this.
Everything seems like such a sick joke; and we've all heard this one before.
I have been in a contemplative mood in the last hour.
One phone call was all it took.
Your ideals are so false. Fuck ambition. Humans shouldn't...
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fractal:
Anger morphs into different guises
gigglefuckbunny:
Anger is not as beautiful as depression. Its so bitter-sweet it's hard to not love it. The only beauty I find in anger is when u kiss someone ur mad at. Something about it is attractive. . . and I'm just babbling so I will stop.
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You sat in a corner of your room in a long velvet dress, the walls and ceiling were painted dark purple, so dark it was almost black. In the corner of the room opposite where you sat, there was a yellow crescent moon and a yellow star painted about 8 feet above the ground, one on the left side, one on the right.
I sat...
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hel:
i didn't write that... stewd took over the keys while i was in the bathroom... grrr.... jerk

:hel:
anonymouse:
We don't have puffins.
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It was like rain washing over a lush green moss covered stone. The day we sat together and marveled at the orange pink red summer evening sky. In our chairs above the ground wondering about nuclear winters and eve's fall. We clung to the hope that one day we'd know everything about one another, inside and out, outside and in. We'd become one conciousness.
It...
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rickroyal:
I agree on critiquing; it's just that the grad students I go to school with seem unusually thin-skinned.
keith:
Ha, well I like videogames, I dunno, I guess at least where I'm from there's this certain type of guy.. that's like 26, and still lives at home and plays PS2 all day.
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I painted a picture of you the other day. You were standing between two rows of a garden, the ground was a soft brown rug of earth beneath your feet, which were clad in light brown sandals. Your left hand was stretched out a bit to the side, and a petal of a pink rose was cradled between your thumb and index finger.
"Be careful...
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rickroyal:
Very nice. I wonder how the smell changes as it all ripens.
fractal:
I really enjoy reading your entries.

McGuyver stoners!!!

[Edited on Apr 21, 2003]
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I saw something beautiful today.
A woman, long straight dark hair, working in a flower shop in a mall. Arranging flowers, handing them to customers, with a smile on her face and a lighthearted demeanor. In front of her counter stood a flat small chalkboard, written on it was "Special Roses $6 Tulips," in lavender, pistachio, and mauve. The vibrant colors of the flowers stood...
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synnove:
of course! i have a big pink popple sitting on my bed right now biggrin

i had the medium sized purple one when i was younger, but i don't know where it went frown

i had some popple books too, they were so cool. what the hell happened to all the cool kids shit??
merry:
I just stopped by because I read your post in Synnove's journal re: Popples. Popples! I haven't thought about those in forever... I used to have a big white one and a small purple one. biggrin
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What matters is the time you take to sink into that black and green abyss that is your bed. Dream of beautiful smelling hair, salads with basil, tomatoes, and vinegar, mutual affection and the warmth that comes with it, constant companionship, soft trumpets, saxophones, keyboards, staring, enlightenment, Bass ale, and melting mosquitoes.
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fractal:
I've been thinking about getting back in bed since I got out of it this morning. Only 2 and a half hours to go...

I would really like to visit the Czeh (sp?) Republic, I've heard that its really beatiful, Czhky Kromnof (sp) is a town thats definately on my to-do list.

You should post that photo somewhere, I would love to see it. My bf traveled through there before we met and spent a few months. He's shown me all his photos and told me such beautiful things about it, I'm dying to get there.

[Edited on Apr 17, 2003]
rickroyal:
Is there are pleasure greater than the narcotic of slumber? I think not.

Beautifully written.
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My friend sent me this song today, "Black Ice," by Goodie Mob. So I turned this song on, and I am sitting here, then all of a sudden it just takes hold of me. Makes me wanna go to the fuckin park with my homies and drink 40s of old e and some gin and juice. I don't even like much rap!!
Additionally, Jurassic 5...
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gigglefuckbunny:
I mainly drink wine but if I'm ever down there I will have to try that. Hope ur head feels better. .
leningrad:
upon waking this morning, and realizing how fucking sore my legs and ass have become, i've decided that regular physical activity is a mistake.

better to stay inside and avoid the bears.
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Someone send me an email. Tell me that I'm not obnoxiously opinionated, tell me I don't look like a girl, tell me drinking a lot of alcohol is fine, tell me I'm not silly for liking extreme metal, tell me I will be successful.
And you could be here or I there. That would make my day, I promise you.
Show me the world through...
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synnove:
yes it was a lot of vomit tongue

i guess the cafeteria food at school just didn't sit well with me that day. hehe
leningrad:
yeah, well, people are dumb shits. i get the "scuse me ma'am" all the damn time. sucks for me.

i'm glad i look like a guy in a movie though.
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He draws himself into his black trench coat, the wind bites his nose. Light enters his eyes, hesitates there, and moves along to enter the next person's eyes.
She wonders why so many people spit their flavorless bubble gum onto the sidewalk when they could use a trash can. The light moves on.
He loses himself between his headphones. He wants to scream and create...
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luxe:
reminds me of aday in my world.
rickroyal:
Restless, curious, a hint of exhaustion. More play with light and dark. I enjoy the concept of illumination.
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A girl walks down a street in a yellow raincoat. The sky is grey and overcast, the air is damp. A pleasant 6 PM breeze dances through her beautiful brown hair. The buildings she walks by seem vacant. No cars, no other people, nothing, but the grey sky, and the girl walking in her yellow raincoat. She pauses at a door, notes the open sign,...
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rickroyal:
I can certainly think of quite a few good scenes that could happen on a subway. Especially a subway in Tokyo. Heh. The mind takes off.
gigglefuckbunny:
nice piece. . .
thanxs about the wings comment. I plan on a better pic to show them off when there fully healed.